Last week I posted about my aborted attempt to do the "Annual Stepping Stone Project". I'm still not certain how I so terribly under-estimated my supply purchase, but I think I'll blame the kids: they distracted me at a critical mathematical moment. It is at least a good working theory, since it takes the blame away from me. Anyway, last week the two boys and I made their stepping stones while the girls watched. Smallest son absolutely refused to stretch out his fingers and squash them into the mud, so before he had time to think about it I grabbed his foot and stomped that into the cement. He will never trust his mother again.
Still, I got a good print and eventually Cam recovered enough to push in the decorative stones (without getting his fingers dirty).
After 8 times, Ian could probably do this project on his own now. He waited patiently for the mold to be filled, made a perfect hand print, carefully wrote in his name and age, and then neatly added his decorative pieces. It is a sign that there is hope for his future.
After a week of waiting (and hoping, and asking about trips to Hobby Lobby, and reminding) the girls finally got their turn. They had fun - except for when Cam tried to "help".
Everything went smoothly this time around, and a new set of stones has been added to my garden border - just in time for the end of the gardening season.
Happy Labor Day (and stepping stone making), everyone!