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How to Build a Volcano

Or “How to Make a Complete Mess of Your Kitchen Table for about Ten Seconds of Excitement.”

Dirty Harry has been studying the earth for a while now.  For a culminating activity, we built a little volcano in our kitchen.  It was a fun project for a kid who likes to build things, and we did ours on the cheap.  Sure, you can buy a kit for about $20, but I’ll bet you have the materials to make one just behind your kitchen cabinets.

Here’s what you’ll need…

  • vinegar
  • baking soda
  • a small glass (we used a shot glass, but you could use any size)
  • clay or Play-doh (optional)
  • a cookie sheet or some other flat pan to protect the surface of your table or counter (optional)
  • other objects to create a scene such as Lego figures, grass, rocks, etc. (optional)

First, if you’d like your volcano to look authentic, you will need to cover your glass with the clay, leaving an opening at the top.

Then, if your child wants to be creative, allow them to make a volcanic scene on the cookie sheet.  Dirty Harry used Lego people and grass and rocks from outside.

Oh, and look…Indiana Jones has made an appearance to watch the eruption…

To create the actual eruption, you fill your glass half full with the vinegar.  Then you will spoon the baking soda into the glass until the mixture starts to bubble up and out.  You can continue to add vinegar and baking soda alternately until your child has had their fill of volcanic activity.

Here’s a little video of ours…

 

Then have your child clean up all the mess so that you can put dinner on the table.  They will grumble, complain, cry and gnash their teeth.  Then threaten them with a grounding from their Wii.  At this, they will probably comply, but you can probably still expect a dirty look or two.

Of course, you will probably want to remind your student that this project differs very much from what happens beneath the earth’s surface.  This eruption is caused by a chemical reaction of the vinegar and baking soda and is simply a fun visual of a real, live volcano.

Related links:

A cool site with various kinds of homemade volcanoes and videos  (Please note that while the volcano material is completely fine, that there are links to some questionable videos that may appear randomly in the sidebars.  So, please use caution if you’re viewing with your children nearby.)

Information, stories and photos of real volcanoes

Photo Fallacy

I have heard many, many times that one will not take as many pictures of their subsequent children as they do of their first.  This has proved wrong in our family.  Way wrong.

We did take a ton of pictures of Bonny Annie.  She was cute.  She was a little red-headed girl.  She was the first grandchild.  On both sides.  She was oft-photographed.

But we took even more pictures of Dirty Harry.  He was cute too.  He was chubby.  He was the first boy grandchild.  On both sides.  But it was mostly because we had a better camera.

But Cap’n Jack Henry wins the prize.  He is undoubtedly the most photographed child in our family.  Possibly in the whole world.  He’s cute.  He’s little.  He has extra-long eyelashes.  And super-curly hair.  He’s the 6th grandchild.  On both sides. 

Allow me to demonstrate this dynamic…

Yesterday was Easter, right?  All three kids got a little bit of candy in their baskets.  See…

So far, so good.

So, how many photos does it take to document each child’s consumption of said candy?  Let’s take a look…

Specimen #1,  Bonny Annie:

One…

Two…

(and she’s probably going to kill me for posting that one)

Three…

Three…not bad.  Sufficient.  To the point.

Specimen #2, Dirty Harry:

One…

One?  Just one?  And I was lucky to get that one.  He doesn’t like to sit still for picture-taking.

Specimen #3, Cap’n Jack Henry:

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

Ten…

Eleven…

Eleven.  Eleven!!!  Excessive.  Superfluous.  And I deleted the blurry ones.

So, as you can see, it is possible to take more pictures of your second, third, fourth, fifth, etc. children than you did of your first.  It can be done.  I believe that I also proved that it would be crazy for us to try to have a fourth child.  We simply do not have the time or energy to take and process all of the potential pictures.

Pride Cometh Before the Apple Falleth Far From the Tree

The other day I gave Dirty Harry a spelling test.  I’m a homeschooling mom.  We do that.  He missed one word:  apples.  It’s not that big of a deal really.  With the spelling curriculum we use, your child only studies the words they miss on a given week.  So studying one word takes less than five minutes a day.  No sweat, right?  Wrong.

Dirty Harry was mad.  He launched into a hot tirade, proclaiming that he knew how to spell the word apples, that he just made a little mistake, that he wanted a do-over.  I agreed with him on the point that he knew how to spell it.  He was probably just rushing through, but that’s the consequence of rushing, and I told him so.  He fumed and complained some more.  I told him to get over himself and move on.  He misspelled the word apples on his test, so he would have to study it throughout the week and be tested again on Friday.  Period.  End of discussion.

On Wednesday our spelling curriculum dictates that the student do some sort of fun activity to study their words.  Dirty Harry likes to use the site www.spellingcity.com to play games and take little tests on this day.  But apparently he was still a little sore about the whole apples ordeal.

Dirty Harry:  Mom, I can’t think of any fun activities to do with apples.

Me:  Just go use the Spelling City site for a while.  With only one word, it should only take a few minutes.

Dirty Harry:  It doesn’t work well with one word.  This is stupid!  I know how to spell apples!  Can’t we just forget this whole thing and move on???  Blah, blah, blah, blah….

Me:  No, we can’t.  You missed the word on your test.  If you knew how to spell it, then you shouldn’t have been in such a hurry and made a careless mistake.  Why don’t you just take a piece of chalk and write apples on the chalkboard five times for your activity?  That should be extremely simple for you since you know how to spell it and all.

Dirty Harry grumbles and sulks but finally picks up the piece of chalk and writes the word five times.

“That was too easy,” he says, “so I’m going to just go ahead and write the whole alphabet for extra cursive practice, okay?”

“Ummm-hmmmm,” I answer.  I was busy in the kitchen, so I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was doing.  Later, however, I went to check his work, and this is what I saw….

Bwahhhhaaaahaaaaaahaaa!!!!

I’m sorry.  Please excuse my maniacal laughter, but something in me always finds great humor in my kids’ failures when they’ve persisted in giving me such a hard time about something.  It’s a character flaw, and I’m working on it.

He has since taken his spelling post-test and earned a hundred.  I don’t think he’ll ever spell the word apples incorrectly again in his life. 

But if he does, I hope I’m there to laugh my head off and remind him of this story.

FBF: Generational Look-Alikes

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

I love old pictures.  My grandmother had a large stash of old sepia prints, and I remember as a child begging her to get them out and let me look through them.  She wouldn’t comply that often, and that would frustrate me a bit.  Now, though, I understand her hesitation.  For one, the pictures were mostly of people in her life who had passed on, some in tragic and sudden ways.  Looking at the pictures was an emotional roller coaster for her.  Secondly, it was sort of a hassle to lug all those books and boxes out of their storage places.  And, finally, they were fragile.  The last thing she wanted was for my grubby little hands to damage a one-of-a-kind heirloom picture.  I totally get it now.

Now, my mom, Indiana Mimi, has most of those pictures, and she’s been bringing me some of the old pictures as she’s been sifting through them.  After all, my hands are decidedly less grubby these days.

One thing that I’ve realized as she’s brought me some of these photographs is that Jack Henry definitely looks like me.  See…

Jack Henry…

Me…

Very, very similar.  Right down to how our hair lays down on our foreheads.

But do you know who he really looks like?  Who could have been his twin?  My Uncle Larry, Indiana Mimi’s younger brother, who died in his early twenties.  I’ve always been told that Dirty Harry looks a lot like him too.  Most of the pictures I’ve seen of him were taken when he was a school boy or a teenager, and Dirty Harry definitely favors him.  But my mom recently brought me a picture of him when he was a toddler that made me gasp.  Check this out…

My uncle…

And Jack Henry…

Isn’t that amazing?  Even the curls are in the same places!  And the foreheads….I wish I had this picture when we went to see the neurologist last fall.

Yes, Grandma….I do understand now why you felt bittersweet over your photos because this whole trip down memory lane has made me wish so much that you could see and know Jack Henry.  I think you’d be quite proud that he looks so much like your own precious little boy.

Do you have any look-alikes in your family?  If you’re not sure, take some time to paw through those old trunks in your attic or those dusty shoeboxes in your closet.  I think you’ll find a fascinating exercise in genetics.

The Captain’s Quarters

It dawned on me recently that I never posted pictures of Cap’n Jack Henry’s nursery and that a few people had asked me to do just that.  But then it also dawned on me that we never quite finished decorating his nursery either.  I’m blaming that on having my third child in my mid-thirties when my other two children already had created quite a busy schedule for me. 

But seriously there were a couple of minor projects that I had in mind for Jack Henry’s room that just needed to get accomplished.  I worked on those over the last several weeks and nagged Big D about a couple of them, and then just last week we finally put it all together.

Best of all, the walls in his room are a light sea green, so this can also count as a legitimate St. Patrick’s Day post.  Erin go braugh!

Here we go on the official tour of the almost sixteen month-old Jack Henry’s nursery…

Above is a shot of his changing table/dresser combo which has been up and functioning since he was born.  Recently we added the black valance to dress up the window and the shabby chic star on the wall.  I didn’t really intend to have a lot of blue in his room, but the basket and ceramic truck were gifts, and I actually ended up liking the splash of bright color they give.  In the basket I keep books and small toys that Jack Henry can play with while being changed in efforts to keep him from throwing himself off the table and keep his hands out of his waste material.  Both seem to be immediate goals of his.  The wicker basket is his clothes hamper.

We had the wrought iron stand for a while.  I think we used to keep CDs in it.  It has worked great as a diaper stacker thingy.

I found these wrought iron hooks at Hobby Lobby and got them half price.  They are hung just to the right of his doorway, so it will be a great place for jackets and hats and such.

This little cart is located right below the hooks, and while it isn’t that attractive has been handy for holding a CD player for his bedtime music, his shoes and extra blankets.

This room has kind of a funky shape, and I thought this little nook would be the perfect place to create a little reading corner.  We got the miniature wingback for him for his birthday.

Above is a close-up of the picture in his reading corner.  It is some framed artwork from Big D’s elementary school days.  It was a piece that had been chosen to be framed to decorate the school cafeteria.  I just love that we have this and that the colors were so complemetary to the room.  I also love that it has a nautical theme because I thought we might transition this room into a pirate theme in a couple of years.  I also love that Big D wrote his name with lightning bolts.  That is so creative…and hot!  And, finally, I’m sorry my reflection is in this picture.  It was unavoidable.

We bought some inexpensive bookcases to house his books, toys and stuffed animals.  The shelf we’ve had for years, and Big D recently painted it black.  I decorated the cardboard letters with some scrapbook paper.  I don’t think the “It’s a Boy” announcement is going to be a permanent part of the decorating scheme, but for now, I just don’t know what else to do with it.

Finally, we have by far, the most important part of the room:  Jack Henry’s crib.  This is one of the models that will convert to a toddler bed and then a frame for a full size bed.  I hope he likes black.  The rocking cow was a toy that my mom and grandma got for Bonny Annie’s first birthday, and I’m so glad we held onto it.

I just love his bedding!  I really wanted to use toile, but Big D thought most of it was too girly, but when I found this in black, he gave his blessing.

Well, that’s it….Cap’n Jack Henry’s nursery!  I apologize to the inquiring minds who wanted to see it about twelve months ago.  I hope it was worth the wait!

A Star-Studded Meltdown

No, I’m not about to blog about last night’s Oscars.  I’m blogging about crayons.

My two older kids are coloring snobs and will no longer color with crayons.  They have moved onto bigger and better instruments like twist-up colored pencils and fine-tip markers.  So, we were left with an entire drawer full of beautiful Crayolas.

When I found this…

…while shopping this past weekend, I knew that I wanted to make Cap’n Jack Henry his first set of crayons, using all of those old, forgotten, discarded wretches pictured above.

Here’s how I did it…

First, remove the paper from the crayons.

This would be a good job to enlist some older kids to help, but unfortunately mine were busy.  Bonny Annie was making soap, and Dirty Harry was playing baseball with his dad, so I was on my own for all of the crayon peeling.  I thought the pile of crayon paper shavings was very attractive and tried to think of some creative craft project for them, but I couldn’t get beyond hair for one of those Fandango paper bag puppets, so I just threw them away.

Then you will need to break up your crayons in 4-5 pieces each and place then in the muffin cups.

As you can see, I went with  more monochromatic tones for Jack Henry’s since he doesn’t even know his colors yet, but one could get wildly creative with all kinds of combinations, depending on what colors of crayons you have on hand.

Then you just pop them into a 200 degree oven for about 30 minutes.  Obviously, oven temperatures vary from household to household, so just start keeping an eye on them at about 15 minutes in.  The crayon pieces need to be completely melted.  Also, since I was using a silicon muffin pan, I placed a cookie sheet underneath to prevent spilling the hot wax.

When they are melted, you will then need to let them cool completely.  This took about an hour.  With the silicon trays, they came out rather easily, but I think you could have success with a regular muffin tin as well.

I loved how they turned out!  So bright, so swirly!  (But I was a little bothered by this picture where the orange one is not point-to-point with the others.  I didn’t realize that until I was uploading the pictures.  I apologize for the imperfection of this site and its author.)

Jack Henry, at fifteen months old, is probably a little young yet for crayons, but we tried them with him anyway.

I found the star shape to be perfect for his little fingers.  He liked holding and feeling them just as much as coloring with them.  These types of muffin tins are available in all sorts of shapes and sizes.  I’ve even spotted some seasonal ones in the Target dollar section from time to time.  Wouldn’t egg shapes be the perfect thing for an Easter basket?  When I find some more, I’ll definitely be experimenting because I think a set of these would also be a great birthday gift, tied with some pretty ribbon and accompanied by a thick pad of drawing paper or a fun coloring book.

You had to know this was coming, but the Cap’n did think they were edible.  But then he thinks everything is edible these days.

Aren’t we all glad that crayons are non-toxic?

He did make some scribbles on some paper and giggled at their effects.

I gave him two of the stars, and he enjoyed clapping them together.

And then, of course, he did a little more taste-testing.

They turned out so well and were so easy that I made six more colors this morning:  teal, pink, brown, white, black and gray.  I’m going to look around for a nice little tin to keep them in, and I’ll have one more activity in my arsenal to keep Jack Henry busy while we try to do our lessons.

I was originally inspired for this craft by the website www.dollarstorecrafts.com .  When you have a minute, you should browse around this site.  They have a lot of handy ideas for things to make and do using very inexpensive materials.

Now, go forth and have a meltdown.  (I’ll bet you won’t hear that again!)

Boot(y) Scootin’ Boogie

I haven’t posted anything new in a week.  Sorry. 

I’ve done this before and then given you a myriad of excuses.  I have some excuses this time too.  They include a mini-weekend vacation, a sinus infection, four worthless hours of “American Idol,” and of course, my old standby: laundry.  But, actually, the real reason I haven’t blogged in a week this time is because of this…

Is that not the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen?  (And I’m talking about Jack Henry’s floor movement…not my mountain of clutter in the chair in the background.  That is our drop-off chair where I always sit down the diaper bag, my keys, the baby’s blanket, my jacket, etc., etc., etc…)

I thought Cap’n Jack Henry was skipping the whole crawling stage.  Well, technically, he is skipping it because you can hardly call sidling around like an injured hermit crab crawling.  He’s been pulling up and cruising around holding onto furniture since around Christmas, so I was thinking we’d be seeing his first steps around this time, but no.  We have booty scooting.  Fast booty scooting.  I can hardly get anything done these days, except chase his little booty around and try to keep him out of trouble.

Yesterday he had his fifteen month check-up, and his pediatrician asked me if he was walking yet.

“Ummm…no.  Not really,” I replied.

“Well, is he trying to get around?” she queried.

“Oh, yes.  He gets around,” I said.  I then launch into an explanation of his maneuvers, complete with leg and arm motions, which get some eye rolls and snickers from his two older siblings.

“Oh.  Well, I see,” she answers.  She then goes through some little muscular tests with him.  He does everything she wants him to do easily.

“Well, I don’t see any problems with him.  He’ll walk when he’s ready,” she concludes.

I should have told her he has pirate blood, and a pirate will always use his booty.

FBF: True Story…Scout’s Honor!

Welcome to Flashback Friday!

Once, a long time ago, Big D saved his older sister’s life.  I have heard this story many times over the years, but just recently came across a fun visual to go along with the story.

My sister and Indiana Mimi were on the phone, and for fun, were googling all of our names to see what came up.  Well, when they googled Big D’s name, they found this…

What you’re looking at is page 41 of Boy’s Life Magazine (a publication of the Boy Scouts of America), the February 1980 edition.  Big D vaguely remembered that this was printed but did not have a copy.  Big D’s mom is a little unsure if they ever had a copy of it since they were being transferred from overseas back to the States near the time of the publication.  So everyone had a lot of fun looking this over and remembering that eventful day.

I was unsuccessful at being able to copy the pictures, even though the page provides you with a copyable URL and an embed code, so being the technological wizard that I am, I simply photographed my computer screen.  The quality is probably a little off, but I think you get the general idea of what happened….

First, Amy’s (who is looking an awfully lot like Bonny Annie with short hair instead of her usual long, brown, straight self) poncho caught fire, which is strongly emphasized by the publication.

Then, Damon, using his Boy Scout instincts, went to help.

He successfully put out the fire by rolling her on the ground and beating the tar out of her…something every eight year-old boy dreams of being able to do to his older sister.

In the end, that cute kid was awarded the Medal of Merit.

 

Every time this story ever comes up, though, Amy always maintains that Big D kept thumping her long after the flames died away.  She always says it with a chuckle since, after all, she is still alive and not charred like a crisp piece of bacon.

Good job, Little Damon….er…I mean Big D!

Pants on the Ground, My Version

The other day when Cap’n Jack Henry was playing in the living room, I had an inspiration for a ground-breaking new song.

Here’s how it goes…

“Pants on the ground…

pants on the ground, …

lookin’ kinda’ cool with your pants on the ground…

New teeth in your mouth…

Your little frown turned sideways…

You’re lookin’ kinda cool with your pants on the ground…”

You know, I have the strangest feeling this song could be a hit!

(…and if you are one of the few Americans left that have no idea what I’m talking about and think I’ve actually lost my mind, here ya’ go…

 

Or, if you prefer, here is the formerly Super Bowl-bound Brett Farve singing it in the locker room…

 

Unfortunately, that little ditty didn’t help his performance against the Saints.)

Bonny Annie’s Dream-Come-True

Last week Bonny Annie went to a weekend camp with our church.  She was soooooo excited.

Why was she excited?  Well, there were many reasons.  The fact that this was her first time to go away to camp was at the top of the list.  Other reasons included…

Being able to meet new friends…

Praise and worship sessions…

The challenge to draw closer to God…

Hanging out with and getting to know better some of the adult volunteers from our church…

Getting to be on the same Foosball team with Pastor David…

Yes, all of  these reasons caused her to anticipate the trip.  But do you know what she was most excited about?  What she was most looking forward to experiencing?

Her first ride on a REAL school bus!

I tell ya’…these home schooled kids are so deprived…

…and weird.

(A special thanks to Big D for going on the retreat too and providing all the photographs seen here.  There’s nothing quite like going to youth camp with your photographer dad trailing you like the papparazzi.)


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