December 9, 2006

The Red Bird Massacre

A couple weeks ago I opened Michal's backpack after preschool and there was a small white envelope in it labeled "Michal's cuttings." Inside the envelope were 25 or 30 variously-shaped pieces of construction paper that had obviously been cut by a two-year old. Now I am as sentimental as you can be about just about everything that has to do with the girls but I didn't give that envelope more than two seconds thought before throwing it in the trash can. In hindsight, I should have thought about it a little more.

So fast forward two weeks. I bought the girls their own little tree for Christmas that sits on the kitchen counter. I thought it would be fun for us all to make the ornaments for it so I've been sewing little red felt birds and hanging them on their tree as I get them finished. The unfinished birds were left sitting on the edge of the couch in a little pile where I was working on them -- along with a pair of scissors. I'm sure you can guess where this is going . . . I went downstairs with Kenna to put in a load of laundry in and left Michal upstairs for a few minutes. When I came back upstairs Michal proudly said, "Red bird mouth." It didn't really make sense to me but hey, she's two and I don't always know exactly what she means. A few minutes later she brought me an unsewn red bird and I understood exactly what "red bird mouth" meant. She had found the scissors and had cut the waiting-to-be-assembled red birds into pieces. And what she was showing me was that she had tried to cut the bird's mouth off.

So from now on I'm going to pay much better attention to what the girls are learning at preschool -- and put the scissors out of their reach!

The bottom picture is of a finished red bird who escaped the incident unscathed.

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