boys will be boys

As part of our advent celebrations, I taught the boys how to cut snowflakes.

Snowflakes have always been one of my favorite winter crafts.  I first remember making them in Kindergarten, and being so disappointed that mine was not as pretty as the teachers (but I kept trying).  Then, one Christmas, my grandmother gave us (the cousins, aunts and great aunts) a bunch of old wrapping paper, and told us to use it up.  Great Aunt Sharon shewed us how to fold and cut six sided flakes.  She cut the most beautiful, intricate flakes I had ever seen, that I quickly learned her style, and have been loving them ever since!  Naturally, I want my children to enjoy them too. 

I shewed them how to fold both six and eight sided flakes.  They experimented with their own designs, and discovered you could cut up to four at a time!  We made enough snowflakes to look like a blizzard had hit the dinning room.  While we worked, we talked about how real snowflakes form, and how no two are the same.  Then we began finding places to hang them.  The main windows were first, then the bedroom windows.  Adam hung the rest on his bedroom walls.  We cleaned up the scraps of paper, added them to the fire, and enjoyed the sun shining through our artwork. 

Later in the day, as the sun began to set, the boys renewed their snowflake making efforts.  They had spied more windows and empty wall space. 

I was cooking supper, when I heard the drill running.  Being curious, I went to investigate.  At the front door, I found Adam, screw gun and snowflake in hand.  He had decided the best way to attach snowflakes to the front door involved loosening screws and sliding the paper under the edge of the trim.  Now, he had gotten permission, to hang flakes on the door; but the screw-gun?  I put a stop to that. (Had to use the camera first, of course.)

Boys keep life interesting.  Without them, where would we be?  After all, I was content to use tape.