Yesterday morning I opened the blinds in the kitchen and told Simon to look outside. He actually let out a little gasp and asked me “What’s Dat!?” while pointing at the blanket of while snow that had fallen overnight. “That is snow.” I told him, and he repeated the word, minus the “s”. I then went on to explain how the snow was falling from the sky, and all about the plows going by.
I intended to bring him out to play in it as soon as we finished breakfast, but throughout the morning there was a harsh wind that would have taken his little breath away, and once the sun came out our yard was melty and mostly just wet.
Instead, I stripped him down to his diaper for a finger-painting project. I gave him his little pumpkin (that he selected himself from the bin at Trader Joe’s), and four blobs of finger paint, and let him have a blast. At first, he seemed to think he wasn’t allowed to paint on the pumpkin, but once I encouraged him a little, he got totally into it. The mix of colors looked mostly like brown goop while it was still wet, but it dried to look like a shiny, paint splatter coating. Most important though, he got to enjoy artistic expression and a sensory experience.