The small hands holding needles and thread were precious. The focus and intention. The capability of these young crafters. The emerging personalities of each little rabbit. These gifts coming from one child to another.
"Children, when you are stuffing your bunnies, remember that they are not fat polar bears, just plump little bunnies."
"The stitches may not be perfect, but they were made with love."
"Can you imagine losing all of your toys?"
"I didn't even know I could sew this well!"
(Overheard.)
There were also riddles and jokes that were shared, mostly made-up. "Imagine you're in a golden room. No way out. No windows, no doors. How do you get out?....Stop imagining it!!!!"
There was a wild two year-old rolling a hula hoop around and spinning himself into circles. Did it distract from the sewing? Not too much.
And of course there was Easter and a party with friends, with lots of activity on the driveway for our pavement-deprived children: scootering, pedaling, ball games, chickens wandering about, kids and grown-ups, and once a small fairy girl sitting in the midst of all the chaos using chalk to create a mandala. You know. Just because.
~favorite photo of the day~
Lots of little girls in Easter finery to be seen.
And a really thorough exploration of a flower, by a one year-old, until the stage of complete disintegration.
~favorite photo of the day~
An amazing face painter was on hand who patiently transformed many young faces. Sylvan is ready for the Lion King. Oh darn, he was actually a tiger.
Next up: baseball season...