My kids are always doing projects. It’s in their genes. Ask me how many different things I’m working on at any given time and the list includes any number of writing projects, a violin I’m (supposed to be) building, a coat rack that will be really cool someday, and dozens of crafty ideas just waiting for their turn. Ian has been consolidating our online computer equipment in ways that are way over my head, but he’s always got some project going on too. The kids are no different.
Most of Mona’s projects involve what she refers to as her “paper creations.”
These are some really out of date examples from back when she was six
of the kinds of things she makes, a couple of which I rescued from the
trash because I love them even when Mona thinks they are not good
Halloween costume material and masking tape and whipped one up in about an hour.
He spends long stretches at a white board we have propped up in front
of the fireplace working on his cursive. He also likes to cut out
pieces of paper to color, either making valentines or money or rainbows
or small invitations. I once printed him out a bunch of cursive
practice pages I found online and it kept him absorbed at the violin
store for a whole afternoon.
lining things up in rows and putting things in things. So Quinn is always busy.
The latest big Aden production was back in Michigan when we all visited for the gallery closing party.
She invented the “Pipe Band Girls” and kept her sister and cousin in
the basement for hours of rehearsal and ticket making. The show was
actually really good, despite the fact that both Mona and Ellora
suffered stage fright and wouldn’t do their solos, but Aden soldiered
on and reveled in the applause at the end. Here’s Quinn being enlisted
as the ticket taker (tickets were a penny apiece), and Ellora, Mona and
Aden playing an assortment of bottles tuned with different amounts of
water and other objects found in my parents’ basement that sounded good
when you hit them with sticks:
Recently Quinn went on a drawing binge that included “hanging things
up.” The dining room is getting filled with Quinn art, which mostly
consists of rainbows and the alphabet in lower case cursive over and
But what do I
know? Apparently not much about the necessity of crayons at your
fingertips at any given moment. Of course, they have neglected to keep
the crayon pockets stocked with crayons, and now they are just sad
looking little paper cocoons taped to my walls. Which I’m hoping by the
time you read this I will have managed to take down and clean up in
order to make way for the next important project. (Please let it not