I pulled out our chalkboard from the garage the other day (just a piece of plywood spray-painted with chalkboard paint, idea from here) and it has been magically keeping my kids occupied for long stretches of time. The spray bottles are key.
he was drawing a flower for me here. my heart totally melted away.
my grandma made this sweater for me when I was little
It’s around 40 degrees outside but they don’t care. They keep asking to go out on the porch and “do chalkboard.” I sit on the other side of the sliding door and watch from inside, nice and warm. Judging from the fact that occasionally they sneak outside in their bare feet, I don’t think they even notice how cold it is. Why is that? It’s crazy!