We attended the footwashing service Thursday evening. We didn't leave the house until bedtime but Elizabeth was exceptionally well-behaved, sitting in near silence for the better part of two hours. She was interested by the footwashing, but absolutely spellbound by the stripping of the altar in the dark.
We'd asked her to be "quiet like a mouse" until we got out of church. Everyone was very amused when she burst out with "Mommy can I talk NOW?" the second she put one foot out of the church proper (Daddy made her wait until we got onto the sidewalk outside). We didn't get to bed until 10pm.
Friday we were back at church at 10am. Elizabeth was maybe a touch less attentive than usual, but surprisingly chipper given the late night the day before. She drew a very elaborate (and secret) picture of "something she's been naughty about" on flash paper and was very surprised by the impressive fireball generated by the whole pile of written sins.
After the service Erika, Maria, Kira, Sosuke, Josie, Daniel and respective parents all joined Elizabeth in egg decorating. The kids used food colouring and made googley-eyed chicken eggs. The adults drew wax patterns and used our normal cabbage/tumeric/onion skin dyes. We experimented with a few new techniques, covering the eggs with lace and silk dye transfer. Unfortunately our silk didn't make much of a pattern on the egg (it apparently depends on the ink used). I even tried Chinese tea eggs with some of the cracked eggs. They were delicious, though not quite as pretty as promised. We usually make empty tomb cookies on Good Friday to open on Saturday, but we opted for Resurrection Rolls instead so that the other kids could see the end result.
Then we went to Grandma and Grandpa J's for palatschinken. Bed at 10pm again!
Last time we went away on a trip, Elizabeth packed her own suitcase using her own packing list.
She's clearly my child, because as soon as we mentioned that we were going on another trip she wanted to make a new list. My folks like to tell people that my lists used to contain items such as "Bug David" (my long-suffering brother). I'm happy to report that this sort of thing didn't occur to Elizabeth, though she did decide that I should write her list and she should write mine.
Throughout the whole week leading up to our departure, she'd ask me what I wanted to bring and then very professionally "write" down my answer. This was a bit tricky after a while as I didn't want to get creative lest she decide she needed to pack those things too! By the end of the week I probably had about six pairs of pjs and eighteen shirts on the list! She was worried we'd mix up the lists, so I titled hers and she titled mine. "Mom" is her second legible word, though she does have a tendency to write it as OMM if left to her own devices.
I usually garden by neglect, so some of you might be wondering how it is that we're actually growing tomatoes from seed this year.
You see, we get my parents' mail. Elizabeth is OBSESSED with getting mail, but we hardly ever receive any. So getting my parents' mail has saved me from having to generate fake mail for Elizabeth. Their mail is often pretty cool from a toddler perspective as they've apparently signed up for a lifetime supply of stickers, greeting cards, matching envelopes, gift bags, gift boxes and cheap pens from dozens and dozens of well-meaning charities that I'm now never going to give money to since they are apparently wasting it all on stickers and greeting cards (ahem).
Probably I should mention that my parents have no idea how they got on all these lists - I was particularly amused to receive the one from PETA (an organization that I'm pretty sure Dad doesn't support financially!)
Anyway, getting their mail is good. But sometimes it is very, very dangerous. For instance, my dad signed up for gardening catalogues last year...
Elizabeth's been taking a weekly mixed media art class for the last few months, and while we're pausing classes for the summer Elizabeth will definitely be taking another class in the fall.
Every class started with oil pastel drawing while waiting for all members to arrive. This was popular (and meant that we had extra incentive to be on time!) Then they said hello to the fish and went to the paint splatter room to do their "exercises". At first Elizabeth wanted a parent to go to the back with her (as did many of her classmates), but soon they were all trooping to the back with Emaly while the parents hung out at the front of the shop.
After exercises, they worked on one of the many projects Emaly had organized for them throughout the session. One week Elizabeth made a self-portrait out of Sculpey. She made a clay pot. The last week she learned how to throw paint at the wall, which the kids actually found surprisingly tricky. Elizabeth kept wanting to touch her brush to the paper. They worked with many different kinds of clay, they painted in many ways, they made puppets, they silk screened and made a mobile. They used many types of tools - paint brushes, plastic spreaders, fingers, scissors... I was surprised by how well many of the projects turned out. Did I mention Emaly is a bit of a genius with small kids? She really broke down the steps for each project. At the same time she wasn't too fussed about how it ended up - after all, at this age it's the process that matters most!
So yeah - if you are looking for art classes, check out 4Cats...