Inspired by SouleMama {this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Except this time, I cannot resist writing a few words: My Lucas is now officially a third grader, and just look at him! I couldn’t possibly be more proud of him. Today was the last day of school and of second grade, and fortunately he felt well enough to go to school for this special day. Here he is playing tetherball on the third-/fourth-grade playground, where he will spend lots of joyful time over the next two years. (That’s a student-made river-rock igloo in the background.) We were blessed to have Daddy along with us when we picked up Lucas today, and then we all went to celebrate with some yummy burgers and milkshakes.

And now it’s officially SUMMER!

My dear Lucas has been sick this week. Monday night, after a day of feeling low and opting to sleep with his head on his desk at school, his fever when sky-high and stayed there for a couple of days, with small breaks, thanks to the children’s ibuprofen I give him. So Tuesday and Wednesday, he worked diligently on the couch with a peg loom that Ian and I brought him from Seattle. (It seemed way more appropriate to bring Lucas an open-ended toy or craft rather than a silly Space Needle statue. And we were right!)

The Harrisville Designs Peg Loom kit comes with a long plastic needle to make weaving easy. The frame is wood; the pegs are plastic. It also comes with cotton warp string and 100% wool yarn in bright colors.

See how sick he looks? Kind of hollow around the eyes. But he worked hard on this and you can see he’s proud of it.

Binding off the warp strings was a bit tricky because they were quite short. I helped a little with this. But then he folded his woven piece in half, sewed up the sides, and sewed on a button. I showed him how to make a button hole and he did that with some embroidery thread. Now there is no mistaking where the button should be pushed through to close his pouch. He opted to finger-knit belt loops (instead of making a purse-like strap) and attached the loops to the back of his pouch.

Here’s Asher’s Yellow Bear modeling the finished pouch. It’s tremendous!

For a final step, Lucas “finger-wove” a belt. That’s what he calls it; I don’t know if this technique of “knitting” a wide belt using only one’s three fingers as pegs has another name. The technique he used is similar in principle to using a knitting nancy, AKA knitting tower or spool knitter. But that’s where my knowledge ends.

Waldorf kids are cool!

The knitted donkey work in progress that I wrote about last week is finished. Here he is!

We decided our newest mom-made toy is named Sturdylegs the Donkey. Other name contenders—all great suggestions from Lucas—were Nightsky, Faithful, and Chimney. His names were so perfect and creative, it makes me want to knit three more donkeys just to use them all. (I doubt any family of four needs four knitted donkeys, however.)

Sturdylegs is all one piece, knitted from wool yarn and stuffed with wool roving. His mane and tail tuft is black acrylic because that’s what I had. The pattern is from Toymaking with Children by Freya Jaffke.

I’ve started knitting a cat, which is far easier than the donkey.  😉

My Lucas Baby is sick today. He is actually moaning in his sleep right now, at 1:45 p.m. The fact that he is asleep during the day says a lot. He’s feverish, with chills and whimpering. No school today, or swim practice for him this afternoon. I think Mom can stay with him while I drag Asher off to his swimming lesson.

So far, the first day of ARC swim team was more than a little confusing to me, particularly because of the altered start time for the first day, and because they scheduled Asher’s lesson for an hour later than I expected. Also, since I can’t think of a single team sport experience in my life, I expect I’m just woefully unprepared. I think we have these logistical kinks worked out and I’m hopeful that this will turn out to be a good experience for all of us. Let’s hope Asher cries less today! I have chocolate chip cookies to offer him afterward.

This is the last week of school. Three more days of second grade for Lucas! This is more than a little remarkable. I just hope he recovers enough to enjoy the festivities, like the swimming party on Thursday during school hours!

I spent about 20 minutes on the phone this morning coordinating plans with my mother-in-law, who is very helpful with babysitting and whatnot. We are both trying to wrap our minds around the summertime schedule and assorted activities to figure out when she might have the boys. I swear, this is project management at its best. On deck for summer for Lucas are:

• Effie Yeaw Junior Rangers Nature Camp (two weeks of mornings, including field trips to go fishing, rock climbing, and river rafting)
• Sacramento Waldorf School summer camp (six weeks with his friends on his turf, learning about Native American arts and crafts, building a bow and arrows, learning spinning and how clothing is made, playing games, etc.)
• CSUS Aquatics camp in August (one week of water sports)
• Time with his brother and “cousins” at Ring-A-Rosies (where Asher goes to day care)
• ARC Swim Team (eight weeks M-Th; 50 minute practices)
• Piano lessons on Wednesday evenings

We decided to go with camp programs we know Lucas will really like, where he will know kids and be comfortable. Swim team is probably the most challenging thing in this list. Last summer was too bouncy and required too many adjustments to new people and new places (my fault). We are looking forward to a comfy summer of fun. Thirteen weeks. See my fingers crossing?

I can see why fabric collecting is addicting, especially to someone like me who is totally invigorated by color. This is most of the stash I’ve gathered little by little over the last year. Via the Glorious Internet, I’ve come to find that I actually have some favorite designers. Wacky!

I’m hoping to make some groovy new shorts and pants for Asher. The ones that I and my mother made in past years were such a success and fun to make. I bought these fabrics with Asher in mind. It’s more challenging that I realized at first to find fabrics suitable for boys. I now realize I have way more fabric for sewing than time for sewing.

Fortunately, some shorts and pants we made last summer look like they’re going to fit another season. The pants are now clam diggers, of course, because Asher has grown so much taller.

I’m kind of waiting to see if this summer Lucas will grab for the shorts grandma sewed for him in the past, or if he’ll gravitate to the more conventional, mass-produced shorts instead. He is probably just on the cusp of not wanting to wear sewn garments anymore. Although, if Lucas wants some for himself, I’ll probably have him pick out the fabric, and most likely it will be much more subdued than these.

My mother's handmade socks for Asher and Lucas.

Apart from reading more than a hundred books, vacationing on the East Coast, prepping for her fall semester Humanities classes at American River College, sewing with me, and who knows what else, my mom knitted my kids nineteen pairs of socks! Nineteen!

She knows how much Asher loves to play in the clean laundry, so she saved them all up until last night, when she gently dumped them on Asher’s head to watch him squeal with glee and roll around in them. He played in the socks for about 20 minutes, throwing them around, playing fetch (as a puppy dog), and wrestling in them.

Isn’t her work beautiful? She is so talented in so many areas. I hope that I can learn to do this someday. She uses four tiny needles to knit socks.

She told me she used up a bunch of yarn from her stash. Some socks are made from several different yarns, which gives them a playful, unique character. Perfect for my playful boys.

I took these photos this morning. The sock game was just as fun as it was last night!

Four kids with screw drivers and a burning curiosity dismantled out broken VCR … for SCIENCE!

Bruised knees, sun hat, and a big, black dog. Asher prefers just the meat, thanks.

Triumphs of imagination and ingenuity are worthy of celebration. Robots are cool, man!

Physical play always results in giggles.