Toddler Craft — Beach Scene

Our summer gallery wall is growing.  It’ll still be summer for a few more months, so we are getting our money’s worth out of these crafts. The girls got a special treat this summer and went with their grandparents to visit their aunt in Florida! This was their second encounter with the ocean, and it went over much better this go around. Beach theme and sea animal craft ideas are all over the internet, but it wasn’t until this past week that I figured out how I could incorporate some into our gallery wall.

We did this craft in two stages, mostly to spread out the art time to fill up two days. First we made the ocean scene, then we made the sea creatures.

Beach Wall Collage

Ocean Scene :

  •  1 Blue Poster Board
  • ~ 5 sheets of Sand Paper
  • 1\4 sheet of Green Tissue Paper
  • Glue Stick
  • Scissors


I first cut a blue poster board in half, then went along the top cutting peaks that would be our “waves”. I glued these together so we had one long strip of blue “water”.

For the sand, I cut my sandpaper into about 2″ strips, then cut a wave patter on the top.  Evangeline covered the back of the strips with glue and Felicity stuck them down, running the full length of the bottom.

The “sea weed” are strips of green tissue paper cut in a wavy pattern, then glued into place.

Sea Creatures :

  • Small Paper Plates
  • Scissors
  • Paint \ Crayons
  • Tissue Paper (Optional)

There are thousands of ideas to make sea creatures out of paper plates, construction paper, toilet paper rolls anything you can imagine. I decided to do ours this way because I could cut the shapes out ahead of time and bring them out ready to be colored. Besides the crab shape, we didn’t have to add anything on to the paper plate. It was more of a one step craft for the girls. Sometimes that’s nice.

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I cut jelly fish, fish, star fish and crab shapes out of my small paper plates. For the crabs, I cut the claws out of scrap paper plate edges and used a dot of glue to attach them. I tried to make an octopus, but I just couldn’t quite make it work.

Evangeline (age 3) used makers and Felicity (age 2) used crayons to color the fish, star fish and crabs. For the jelly fish, I tore up pieces of blue, purple and pink tissue paper and the girls stuck them on using a glue stick. They just as easily could have colored them, but this was a little more fun.

* I thought I had googley eyes in our craft box,  but I didn’t. I may come back and add some on later because how fun are those? For the time being, I just colored black circle eyes. I saw an idea to use tin foil on the fish to look like scales. I came close to doing it, but at the last minute opted not to for no real reason at all. I still think that would look really neat.

Since the sea creatures are small paper plates, I was able to just run a glue stick along the backs of each and stick them on the poster board. Voila!

Ocean Scene


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Evangeline is having so much fun with this beach scene up on the wall. She goes under it and plays like she’s at the beach; she runs in front of it jumping over the waves. I think someone really misses the beach! I’m glad this craft is helping her hold on to the vacation dream a little longer.

Summer is so long and our wall is getting smaller. I still want to make letters to spell out “summer” but haven’t decided how to do it yet. Other than that, I’m tapped out for summer craft ideas. I’m not sure what we’re going to do until October.

Summer Gallery Wall


The Birds…In Your Mind and In Your Backyard

Good fiction should cause an emotive response. A master storyteller can make the reader feel any emotion through their words; Severus Snape can make you cry, Anne Shirley can make you laugh and Ignatius J Reilly can make you throw up a little in your mouth.

There are those authors and stories, that produce not only an emotional reaction, however, but true emotional scarring. Every reader has at least one story, one scene that has haunted them long after the book was finished (and stored safely in the freezer). War of the Worlds, The Shining, Sophie’s Choice, stories that are so superbly written that their readers are positively traumatized.

For me, it was the shortest of stories that left the largest of neuroses. Many of Daphne Du Maurier’s stories have held me spellbound, rapt in nervous anticipation, but it was her most famous short story that did me in. It was a dark and blustery night in the townhouse where I lived by myself before Ryan and I were married. The crepe myrtle trees scratched at the window as I read The Birds. Like a moron. I did not sleep that night and I don’t believe I slept the next night either. The idea of birds turning sentient intending to take back the control of nature from man was haunting. Never was a bird’s beak so sharp or eyes so evil than after I read The Birds by Daphne Du Maurier. Close proximity to a bird still causes a physical reaction of panic: my body goes rigid, my heart palpitates and I hold my breath until I can be reasonably sure my time has not yet come to be pecked to death by a pigeon.

That being known, I don’t think enough credit has been given to me on how well I’ve done with the free ranging chickens in my backyard. I haven’t once freaked out, not even when one waddled really close by me. When the avian apocalypse does occur, I hope the chickens will remember how friendly we’ve been.

But then yesterday I saw one of them fly and I lost my shit.

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I didn’t know if she was mounting an uprising or if the others would follow suit, but I ran like a bat out of hell just the same. I went into the house hoping the windows would hold out if this really was the beginning of an insurrection. I haven’t been outside since.

All of this to say, thank you Daphne Du Maurier for making homesteading such an emotional journey for me. It would be easier to “go green” if I didn’t have to face my [completely rational] fears head on every time I go to check the mail. But that’s what good writing does, I suppose.

Have you read anything that has made a lasting impression? Is your daily life affected by a story you’ve read?

The Problem of Birth Culture

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For obvious reasons, babies and birth are often on my mind. Even if I weren’t having a baby a year, I’m surrounded by friends and family who are. Despite living in a region of the country with the highest epidural and Cesarean rate, I’m actually pretty natural-birth minded. It is my outlook that birth ought to be respected as a natural process and intervened with as little as possible.

That being said, of my four births, all have been hospital births involving pitocin and epidurals. My last three were full inductions. Feel free to laugh at the irony. I do. It is ironic that someone who says they want as little intervention as possible has ended up 4 times with every intervention in the book short of a section.

The greatest irony, however, is that of all my births it is the first and not the three inductions that has given me the most grief and emotional turmoil. Even after delivering a baby for the second time, I was still struggling with remnants of trauma from my first birth.

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The first time I went into labor, I was dead set on seeing it through with no pain medicine and no artificial augmentation. My water broke early and my doctor wanted to start pitocin right away. She “put me on a clock” to deliver by 18 hours. I fought her tooth and nail and delayed pitocin trying every natural induction method I could find in Dr. Sear’s The Birth Book. Ten hours later, after having been up for over 36 hours already, I had made no progress. I was in shock, exhausted and defeated. After ten hours, my fever spiked and in went the epidural and pitocin.

That’s it. That’s what traumatized me for years after. Not the physical shock of birth pain, not even delivering in an OR under threat of section. Nine months of pregnancy, 18 hours of labor, 2 hours of pushing, Evangeline’s first cries, none of it came to mind when I thought of that birth. I thought of failure and defeat whimpering for an epidural.

I could have been better prepared for the birth and I certainly could have had more support from the hospital facility and staff. But regardless of the physical surroundings, it was the mental circumstance that made this such a profound experience. I spent months before the birth reading up on natural labor propaganda. I was convinced that the need for medical intervention was a myth. At most it was just needed for the most extreme\emergency situations. A real woman need only trust her body, breathe in the right rhythm and her body does the rest. My prenatal education also had me convinced that any intervention would snowball into needing an emergency section. My doctor would pump up pitocin until the baby went in distress just so she could get me in and out of a section in time for her golf game. My child would languish for days under the effects of the epidural, not latch or nurse well and never go to college. My baby would suffer if I were too weak to resist interventions.

Since Evangeline’s birth, I’ve come to know more women who have been similarly traumatized by changes in their birth expectations. Why is this such a big deal? Why does intending a natural birth mean any deviation is a personal failure? Why is the natural birth culture so militant?

If a woman is going to go through labor and delivery without artificial pain medicine, she needs support. She needs complete support and focus. One lone nurse suggesting “a little something to take the edge off” and the laboring woman’s focus can be completely thrown off. To make it through delivery, a woman needs to believe she can do it; she needs to visualize herself doing it and she needs to hear everyone around her telling her she is doing it and she can keep going.

But what happens when medical intervention is needed? Everything the woman has been working for, envisioning and expecting is suddenly derailed. Most often, she feels it is her fault, her body’s fault. Something about her is broken and she failed to birth her child. This sense of failure and of brokenness can last for years and completely taint every memory associated with the birth of her child.

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It is true that to pursue a natural birth experience, it helps to push all thoughts of intervention out of your mind. But we need to stop pushing it so far that it becomes an enemy at the gate to be fought at all times. Modern medical interventions have their place in obstetrics. Not just in extreme or emergency situations. Giving an exhausted mom pain medicine or an epidural to a mom with high blood pressure, is good. Artificially rupturing membranes to kick start a stalled labor can help. And opting for a scheduled section to avoid a probable emergency situation in labor, is a good thing.

If women went into labor with a more balanced view of these practices, maybe the trauma of labor would be slightly less. Maybe more women would come through labor, not focused on what didn’t go according to plan, but all the resources that helped her bring her child into the world. There has to be a way of respecting both the natural process of birth and the benefits of medical interventions. Surely we can acknowledge the place these interventions have in the modern birthing process. Maybe by doing so, more and more women can understand the success of their labor and delivery does not hinge on a black and white birth plan.

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One House, Six People

Here we are, three weeks out from expanding to a family of six. It has been an interesting transition so far. I had to quickly and unexpectedly go to the hospital, then I had to stay an unusually long time. The kids stayed with grandparents, which they love. After a while tensions and tempers started to run high, however, as everyone just wanted to be back at home.

Since we’ve all been back home, we’ve tried to resume as much of our regular routine as we can in an attempt to get back to “normal”.  We’re still having to tread gently though around the very big feelings of our toddlers…all three of them. The older kids are now aged 3, 2 and 1 and each one of them has very big and powerful feelings.  Add to that the excitement of bringing home a new baby and we’re in a typhoon of testy temperments.

It is becoming clear that Evangeline is an anxious little person. She’s such a good mother hen, concerned with everyone and everything. This makes her a great big sister and helper. However, it would seem she’s over stressed with so much going on in the house. It feels as though no one can take a step without Evangeline freaking out into full on melt down. We are trying to find ways to help her stay calm and save our sanity.

We feel it’s important with so many people in the house, that each person have some little spot that is just theirs. Their own little corner in their own little chair where they can be whatever they want to be. Right now Evangeline has her bed. During the day when she starts getting overwhelmed, we can send her back to her room with a stack of books to be by herself. The problem is, her bed is soon to become her and Felicity’s bed and we’re running out of free corners. I’ve been turning over the idea of a reading tent like this one from Sawdust and Embryo’s.

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I’ve found other tutorials online, but let’s be honest, it’s not going to happen quickly. Hopefully giving Evangeline more space to be by herself, and consequently, separating her from her siblings will help us all get along better. At least until the next crisis comes along.

Do you have a lot of people living in your house? How do you all get along?

With a Cluck Cluck Here

Well this post started out entirely different. When I started it was about what was left to prepare for Genevieve’s arrival. Since she decided to come 5 weeks early, I had to scratch all of that and start over.

Ahem. Genevieve is not the only new addition to our house (although, she is by far the cutest). About a month ago now, the stars all aligned and we became chicken owners.

Yes, you read that right, chickens.

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Raising chickens is something we’ve discussed for years. We’ve both been keen to have some laying hens, and it’s been on our “some day list” for a long time. We set a time table for getting our vegetable garden started for next spring and preparing to have chickens in a years time. About two weeks after having this conversation, we became chicken owners. At least we tried to make responsible decisions?

Friends of ours are planning a big out-of-state move and are not able to take their three chickens and coup. So, we adopted them. For us, it was the best possible way to start — flying leap into the deep end. The timing could have been better, but c’est la vie.


We are glad to have the chickens and the kids (after some adjusting time, love them). We have three laying hens and we’re getting 2-3 eggs a day! Right now they are free ranging  (read: pooping) all over our yard until we can expand their coup and run a bit. Ryan’s loving it, however, and is putting them to work scratching and turning our compost. I don’t want to cramp our chickens into too small of a run, but I’d be lying if I said I like the free range situation. If we could litter box train them, I’d be fine to have them scurrying around the yard. As is, I’m ready to get them into a better run.

So there you have it. We cannot go a single month without some sort of excitement. If it’s not babies, it’s chickens. There are still whispers of goats and gardens, but hopefully we can at least get to August without any more big changes 😉

Looking Patriotic — 4th Of July Toddler Crafts

Since I’m not 9 months pregnant as originally planned, I’ve decided to embrace the Independence Day patriotic spirit and add some red white and blue around the house.

I’ve already posted about our American Flag Banner and the simple how-to-instructions. Now we’ve added some firework rockets to our Summer Gallery Wall!

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Firework Rockets:

I found this idea in last month’s (at least I think it was last month’s) edition of Parent’s Magazine. Theirs were more involved and would actually spill out confetti when you pull a string — which is way cool, but a bit above our pay grade around here. So, I simplified it a bit and we made hanging firework rockets.

The project is simple enough. Evangeline painted toilet paper rolls red, white and blue. She also painted circles I cut out of thin cardboard (I used a cereal box) red. The circle were about 3 inches in diameter — essentially a little bit bigger than the top of the toilet paper roll.

When the paint was all dry, I cut from one end of the circle up to the middle, then folded the edges over one another to make a cone shape. I then used a staple to hold it in place. And we set them aside. The original directions said to use glue to make the cones, but I didn’t think anything short of hot glue would hold it. Maybe I don’t have enough faith? Moving on.

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We then added the tissue paper to the bottom of the toilet paper rolls. I cut strips out of red, blue and sparkly white tissue paper roughly 2 inches wide by 5-6 inches long. I just eyeballed what size would work. I placed a strip of double stick tape around the bottom and Evangeline stuck the tissue paper strips in place.

(Side Note: While this was just meant to be a fun craft, it turned into a “teaching moment” as I talked Evangeline through what patterns are. We stuck the tissue paper on in the same order: red, blue, white etc. Don’t know how well the idea sunk in, but there you go, teaching when they least expect it.)

The hardest part of this project, was attaching the cones to the rolls. The original directions said to use glue, but we made a hellova mess proving that doesn’t work. Again, maybe hot glue would have worked? Instead, I used more double stick  tape. I stretched two pieces across the top of the tube, folding over the side, then stuck the cone on. Time will tell how well they hold. If I find a better way (or if you have a better suggestion) I’ll come back and let you know.

I punched two holes in the side of the tube and threaded fishing line through and tied it off to hang from the ceiling. The project took some time, but it was a lot of fun and they look neat hanging up!

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These were our biggest projects. Other than these crafts, we stuck some flags along our side walk and tried to make stars in the front yard a la Pinterest, but they didn’t really work.



The idea is to make a large stencil in the shape of a star, then using a flour sifter, sift flour over the stencil, filling in the shape. You’re supposed to be left with a bright white star on your grass. We got close, but not really close enough. I don’t know if our grass was too tall or if our stencil was too small, but we called it quits after our yard was littered with flour piles.

But there you have it. The Carruths are trying to be patriotic. We hope to spend Friday eating with family, reading Paul Revere’s Ride and watching some real fireworks. Seems pretty American to me. And on that note, here’s a picture of Felicity “helping” make the rockets. Yes she’s wearing a leotard and yes she has paint on her face. That’s just how she rolls


Rolls…toilet paper rolls…that just happened.