Bringin' art work to life for years

When I think back about the arts and crafts I made as a kid, I distinctly remember my love for paper accordion- fold arms.  If possible, whatever I happened to make or draw that day was inevitably gonna end up with those wonderful, springy, paper-folded-back-and-forth arms.

My drawing of a rainbow?  I eventually cut it out and slapped some accordion arms on it.

A house made of popsicle sticks and glue?  Yep, accordion arms coming out of the sides.

I was this close to adding some to M to the Izz-A's Valentine card.  This close.  But I had a slight notion that they would be underappreciated.



I had kind of forgotten about them, so it was with great joy that I stumbled across this little Valentine's Day finger puppet craft to make with Kate yesterday:

 I started singing Celine Dion's, "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"  quietly to myself. 

But then I stopped, because things just got weird - I'm pretty that song wasn't written about paper accordion arms.  But it should have been.

And then we just went nuts with construction paper and glue, which just so happens to be way more fun than following a set of directions.

So now that I've won the nonexistent award of using the word 'accordion' the most times in one blog post, I shall move on.


LOVE.  You know what I'm loving these days?  Hamp's ears.  They're so dang soft and floppy that I can't help but bite on them and fold them back and forth constantly.  Well, not really bite, more like pretend bite, with my lips, not my teeth.  He doesn't seem to mind.  Nevertheless, it's something I'm trying to curb.  And yes, I do realize that my son's ears do not and should not technically qualify as a hobby.   But he's one big cuddle bug and his ears are just the icing of the cake. 


In other Hamp news, he officially started crawling yesterday.  Yep, he decided to become fully mobile on V-Day.  I tried to video him three times, and all three times he stopped crawling and just stared at the camera.  I'm gonna have to get sneaky with it. 



We ended the day by playing hairdresser and pulled together the best mohawk we could.   Still need a little more hair.

Happy Valentine's Day, ladies.  My name is Hamp.  I like corn on the cob, laughing at life, long crawls across the living room floor.....and I've got soft ears.
And my mom makes a mad set of accordion arms.

Early Morning in the Moddy Household

Well hey there, good-lookin.

Since it's Valentine's weekend and all, we decided to make a batch of heart-shaped chocolate chip muffins this morning.  Chocolate chips, as long as they're smashed into muffins, make for a completely acceptable breakfast.

Also, one should not feel too incredibly special.  As I've shared before, this is the only muffin tin I own.  So, if I withhold the making of muffins throughout the year and reserve them solely for Valentine's week, it appears I've gone the extra mile in more ways than one, no?

I assumed that the heart in the muffins stood for love.  Kate, on the other hand, rightfully assumed that the heart wasn't just reserved for love, but also for "pumpin' all ya blood".  Thank you for the early mornin' visual.

And the finished product of the highly-esteemed just-add-water-recipe:


Note to self: tackle Kate's fingernails this weekend