I found it quite endearing after reading the Llama Llama books when Els would call me Mama Llama and I would love to call her Llama Llama back. Eventually, it all turned into Llama Llama, no more Mama Llama, and I was fine with that too. But tonight, a strange development occurred as I was putting her to bed. As I leaned over beside her to kiss her good night, she lovingly cupped my chin into her tiny hands and said, “Good night, piggy piggy.”
I brushed my feelings aside quickly, as to not rouse her from her sleepy slumber, while mentally trying to recap my entire day, wondering if she indeed noticed me scarfing down that entire box of bunny crackers, when it dawned on me. The last book we read centered on a mother and child who happened to be upright, walking, talking pigs. Exactly like the upright, walking, talking Red Pajama llamas.
Now on to crafts! What is it… But a, but a butterfly.
We made these little creatures on the weekend and hung them from our trees with some clear fishing line. We sat on our steps and lazily watched them flit and fleet in the wind.
Multi-colored Butterfly card stock. Googly eyes. Glue. Pipe cleaners. Crayons/Markers. Beads. Feathers. Gems. Pom Poms. And popsicle sticks. (I painted these with some acrylic paint and let it dry beforehand).
Hard at work.
Obsessed with glue. And eyes. And more glue.
Finished product, hiding out in the trees.
My hubby’s requested close-up of his 3-eyed proud creation.