Hazel has been Harry the Dog (sometimes Harry the Puppy) for a few months now. Ivy was Minke the Kitten in retaliation.
Last week Hazel changed into Harry the Car.
Ivy shyly told me that she is a fluffy white bear. Today she is a fluffy pink bunny (with no particular name).
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Clothes train
Now that Ivy and Hazel are 3, Trudi and I want them to learn how to get themselves dressed. Each girl can put on her own undies and pants, and they are getting a lot better at T-shirts.
To help them move to the next stage, I've invented the Clothes Train.
To make a Clothes Train, I lay out all of the clothes for one kid, in a row on the floor. Each item is laid out in the right orientation, so that the kid simply picks it up and puts it on. At the start is a pair of undies, then pants. Then comes the shirt, and a dress if that's on the agenda.
For the last few days I've set out two parallel Clothes Trains on the lounge room floor, and got them both started at the right end. that was enough - they both managed to get to the end with all of their clothes on. All I had to do was make choo-choo noises.
When I started writing this blog (waaay back when I was 18 weeks pregnant), I had intended it to be a record for myself. This post is a just what I thought I'd be writing about. Really boring content, but the sort of thing that I won't remember in a year or three.
To help them move to the next stage, I've invented the Clothes Train.
To make a Clothes Train, I lay out all of the clothes for one kid, in a row on the floor. Each item is laid out in the right orientation, so that the kid simply picks it up and puts it on. At the start is a pair of undies, then pants. Then comes the shirt, and a dress if that's on the agenda.
For the last few days I've set out two parallel Clothes Trains on the lounge room floor, and got them both started at the right end. that was enough - they both managed to get to the end with all of their clothes on. All I had to do was make choo-choo noises.
When I started writing this blog (waaay back when I was 18 weeks pregnant), I had intended it to be a record for myself. This post is a just what I thought I'd be writing about. Really boring content, but the sort of thing that I won't remember in a year or three.
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