Dying to Tie Dye

As I’ve said before, Pinterest is a great place to find tons of things to add to your to-do list and then to feel bad about when you never get around to actually doing them do around the house, with the kids, etc. I heart Pinterest very much. (You can see all my boards here).

Last week, my fabulous friend Gina told me she was having her little sisters over for the weekend and she had tons of fun things planned – including one thing she found on Pinterest… tie-dying t-shirts with Sharpies. (You can see all of Gina’s boards here).

It just so happened that Kate’s friend and her sister were coming over to our house on Sunday, and I needed a way to entertain a three-year-old boy, and two seven- and one ten-year-old girls. Sharpie tie-dying sounded like the perfect activity – and it was.

Click the link above (or visit the Sharpie blog) for more in-depth instructions, but basically what you do is draw on a t-shirt with a Sharpie and then put drops of rubbing alcohol on it to make the colors spread (seriously, read the instructions, do not go by my lame description). (Incidentally, the master’s degree I haven’t managed to finish? It’s about writing instructions. Now it all makes sense, doesn’t it?)

Anyway, the kids had a blast (and frankly, so did the moms – we added to their little creations long after the kids forgot about them) and their t-shirts turned out quite cute.

Here’s Sam’s:

Give him a break, he’s three!

Here’s Kate’s:

In case the artistic talent of my kids isn’t enough to inspire you to try this project – check out the shirts Gina and her sisters made:

Clearly they are much craftier than we are!

Regardless, it was a fun activity for a wide age range, and we will definitely do it again.

And just for kicks – here’s the humongous bug we let into the house when we were outside decorating t-shirts.

It was quite an exciting evening!

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This Just In: I’m Still 12

As I posted Friday, I had to take Joshua to the pediatrician because of a mysterious stomach ailment.  The pediatrician asked about a million questions and then said he needed more information, so he asked me to keep a poop and food diary on Joshua for two weeks.

That’s right, for the next two weeks, I have to look at Joshua’s poop and write down my observations about it’s size, color, consistency, etc.

I love being a mom.  Really, this is the stuff I’ve always dreamed about.

But back to the asking a million questions part.  The doctor asked Joshua many, many questions that ended in the word, “poop”.

Does it hurt when you poop?

When you’re eating, do you feel like you have to poop?

Is there any blood on the toilet paper when you poop?

PoopPoopPoopPoopPoopPoopPoop?

Seriously, after the first question, it was all I could do to not burst out in an ugly, raspberry-esque hysterical laughter.  I had to bite the inside of my mouth and stare down at the top of my son’s head to keep from losing control.

Because there’s something about a learn-ed M.D. saying the word “poop” over and over that brings me to the basest level of immaturity possible.

I couldn’t breathe for a full 30 seconds after he’d said his last “poop” for fear of losing it.  And, since I’ve made a fool of myself in front of this doctor over bowel movements before, I really did not want to lose control.

But I was thisclose.

So, I think my much more solemn and mature husband should attend the follow-up appointment, don’t you?  Because since it is going to involve careful examination of aforementioned poop diary, I don’t think I can be trusted to hold it together.

What makes you giggle like a pre-adolescent boy?

(P.S. – POOP!!!! Made ya laugh!)


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