Summer

Usually I am not one for summer.
Never have been a summer girl. I prefer the cold and wet rain.
It's ironic that I live in a place where it is summer all year long.
But this summer has been different.  I have embraced the heat, (maybe cause it has been the most mild summer I can remember in 10 years) and learned to love being cooped up in the house on most days.

With our new schedule for the boy it forces us to stay home most days.  Which has been a great thing this summer.
He is at that age where we could just pretend all day long and have fun.

Thus the tent being made, that led to word banners being made for teaching tools.  He enjoys the construction of the words and gluing the letters in place.  It is a sneaky way of making learning fun.

As he sits in his peter pan costume cutting and exploring art, he turned a paper plate into a beautiful dream catcher just like mom was working on.

We dug rocks in the back yard for gold, lifted things with all our might as Superman, and ate dinner with our friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

We fell asleep hard when we finally gave up...

and gave me some time to crochet some silliness in the evening.
We are changing the boys room to more colorful and pretend playland. So I made this archery target for his wall to shoot his pretend bow and arrows at.

 I think he will love it.

This summer has been about self discovery, and regaining my love for life and the little things.  I used to spend my days out shopping and searching for something...never knowing what,  just searching.  Finally my search is over and I found what I love.  Being at home with my family spending silly time together and playing.

Good Luck?

Last night it was my goal to sit and make a new playset for my son to use as imagination time, pretend play.

As I started on the making of a felt campfire set, I got one piece of the flame set done.  I had the logs I made from last years Christmas scene and I set up the flame on the logs.
My son roared into the room and elated by the scene I had set up immediately sat down and said CAMPFIRE!!!

I continued in making fish, a fishing pole, a hobo bag.
He immediately threw the fishing line over his shoulder and took off to hike to find a stream of fish.
He was in heaven...
as we sat in my craft room around the campfire, a cricket appeared.
Out of nowhere, on the second floor of our home.
It was like we were really out by the pond.
Supposedly crickets are a sign of good luck.
I guess this is a good sign, for the week we have had was long and hard on the autistic side of life.
But today we awoke, bright, happy and ready to go to school.
He packed his fish and fishing pole in his backpack and off he went.

I am going to try to get a tent up and the rest of the camp scene set for when he returns home.

When he connects with the things I make him, makes me the happiest mom in the world.  We may have our hard days but these moments are the ones we remember.