I don't really know what I am musing on these days. It's more like an irregular stream of consciousness thing...it seems to be working.


May 2008
April 2008
March 2008
February 2008
January 2008
December 2007
November 2007
October 2007
September 2007
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
February 2007
January 2007
December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006
December 2005
November 2005
October 2005
September 2005
August 2005
July 2005
June 2005
May 2005
April 2005
March 2005
February 2005
January 2005
December 2004
October 2004
September 2004
August 2004
July 2004
June 2004
May 2004
April 2004
March 2004
February 2004
January 2004
December 2003
November 2003
September 2003
August 2003
July 2003
June 2003
May 2003
April 2003
March 2003
February 2003
January 2003
December 2002
November 2002
October 2002
September 2002
August 2002
July 2002

-- HOME --

-- RSS 1.0 --

Powered by Movable Type
« Fighting 30 | Main | Happy Hippy Mama »

w July 30, 2005

Mom the Builder

I do wish I were cool enough to say that I had made the following items by hand, but in all truth, I fought the madding crowds to IKEA and brought home a flat box and broke out the flat-head screwdriver. But! We now have a really cute laminate top table and chairs in Bean and Bean-friend size, perfect for summer time finger-painting or playdough fun on the deck. Also a good height for learning about crayons and markers and what a delightful mess they can make.

It's always interesting to me when the question pops up on Bean's psychological assessments, "does she make marks on paper with a crayon?". No, not really...but she's BLIND. Why on earth would she care what a crayon does? It's not like it's giving any feedback save visual. That being said, she has made a few tentative scratches at paper when I give lots of encouragement, so maybe this new art table is a further catalyst.

At any rate, I reflected that I have been putting together IKEA furniture since I was about 12 and I must say, the quality has vastly improved. I distinctly remember the products being...okay...but not anything you really expected to last for a while when I was a kid in Canada (or maybe the Canadian stores just got the junk, who knows). Everything we've bought recently from IKEA has stood up to abuse quite well and looks to stay on that path. I admit I also feel a bit "I am Mother, Hear Me Roar" when I manange to transform flat random pieces into recognizable furniture bits.

And now Bean and I can color.

by at July 30, 2005 12:31 AM | TrackBack Comments
Post a comment

Email Address:



Remember info?