I’m still getting my grasp on four-year-olds. It is such a fun and challenging stage: so verbal and inquisitive and restless. All my kids go a bit stir-crazy at four. They’re on the cusp of reading, but not quite there. They want so badly to be helpful, but don’t quite grasp following a list of instructions. They’re ready, but not old enough, for big things.
Jackson at four spent a lot of time spinning around in our green arm chair. Four-year-old Addison was my shadow, asking questions, asking to help, asking me to tie his blanket around his head like a turban. Preston, now four, spends a great deal of time doing handstands on the couch. He stumbles in each morning, hair flying all about like a Rockhopper penguin, mumbles a greeting, dives onto the couch, and flips upside down.
So I’ve been trying to make a more concerted effort to come up with fun things for us to do together during the day. I put these activities on my daily to-do list, which means I am accountable, which is always a good idea around here.
Today we did something I’ve been wanting to do since I was a kid. We gathered all the broken crayons in the house, peeled off their paper, melted them down, and made stained-glass crayons.
The results were great. And the only casualty in the entire operation was the mini muffin tin, which wasn’t greased as well as it should have. (Sorry Kat! Good thing I drew your name for Christmas.) And Preston loved his little crayons. And for one glorious hour, he was not upside down on the couch.