Spring has sprung

A couple of weeks ago, Braeden's daycare held a 'Spring Hat Parade'.

The weeks leading up to this event proved to be quite the challenge, because, hello? We all know that if seasons were people, spring would be the fancy young mare with a spring in her step and a daisy tucked delicately behind one ear. It's a girlie season and there is NOT many ways to craft a spring hat without the use of a bonnet, gingham ribbon and half-pound of paper lilies.

However, I brainstormed and came up with the idea of a turtle. Ask me how a turtle is incorporated into Spring and I will lie, because I have absolutely no clue. But, I wanted him to wear a cap, and the cap was round and turtles shells are round and.......you get the picture.

So we started by buying a plain white hat (I got mine at a craft store called Michaels)
We used basic green dye, which we boiled the hat in on the stove (and promptly ruined a pot)
Then, I cut a sponge into triangles and let Brae paint the top of the hat with orange triangles
I then used a semi circular piece of foam(?) that florist use, purchased at the same craft store
I painted it green, glued some googly eyes on it and cut out a mouth from red felt
The step that took the longest was crafting the legs, I couldn't think of anything good to use for the legs, so I ended up just buying green felt and stuffing it with craft stuffing and hand sewing it into circles.

In the end I think it came out rather nice:





I have a few more pictures to share, these are from last weekend when I took Braeden to the performing arts center to see 'The very hungry caterpillar' by Eric Carle. A few observations, as this was our first play.

Number one: Please do not bring a child under 3 to a play. Chances are, they are not going to pay attention to any of the action on stage and will rather wail loudly and glare at you from the seat ahead.

Number two: If your child insists on shitting during the performance (and I understand, people tell me that some children have no control over this), promptly remove him from the theatre and diaper him so that the entire world must not gag through the show.

Number three: Do not touch my child, seriously, back the fuck up.

Number four: If you are going to lose everyone's tickets at the box office, please open additional windows so that an angry mob with toddlers to use as projectiles are not killing you with their eyes. Or you know what, if you are going to have a 'computer glitch' a half-hour before the show starts, you go ahead and just keep two windows open. It'll be fun.

Number five: I need to write a children's book. I am pretty sure this could be accomplished in my sleep.

Okay, so Braeden located our seats on the map. He is such a smart cookie.



Here we are waiting for the show to begin and snorting fecal particles that were floating about the air. No wonder my smile is fake.



Oh, and at this point my camera's battery died. So I would have some photos of the actual play to share with you, had I not been such an assclown and actually charged it.

Doesn't matter, the poop particles wafting through the air killed any brain cells I would have had left to operate the camera.

Seriously, it stunk. And hooray for a kid that craps in a toilet.