Crafty

The kids had no school today. They were driving me nuts. I sent them outside for a bit but, eventually, they had to come back in. That's when my brain short-circuited and I thought it would be fun to make some Thanksgiving decorations. I seem to develop some form of amnesia because I always think this will be a fun family project, but always winds up the same. Very bad.

It started out promising enough. We dumped a bunch of craft stuff on the kitchen table, grabbed pencils, construction paper and scissors and sat. We decided to make turkeys first. The girl decided to actually draw a turkey. Meanwhile, the boy and I slap our hands down and trace them. The girl looked over at us and whined "Hey! No fair!" and then erased her perfectly fine turkey and traced her hand. The results are as follows...

The boy with no patience:

The girl who must follow:

And mine:

I also made a pilgrim that bears a striking resemblance to Johnny Cash:

The girl made a glittery, Vegas-style pilgrim with flaming pink pipe cleaners for hair. I did mention that pilgrims weren't the glittery type, but I'm all for artistic license so I let it go. She then decided that the pilgrim wasn't good enough and threw a temper tantrum. During all of this, the boy wandered off somewhere. The Vegas pilgrim was crumpled up and thrown out, I found the boy child hiding in the basement, and I had a throbbing headache. We decided it would be best to just call it a day. That was enough family togetherness for a while, I think.

To prove that I'm really not a lame artist, I am putting up a drawing of mine. The pilgrim and turkey are an embarrassment to me. Putting them up was pretty much a dare from a very evil friend.

The proof:

Ahh.. I feel better now.

Don't the turkeys look kinda Partridge Family-ish?