
[Princess Mask by Livvie, Age 4... don't you just love the al-foil crown and lipstick!]
My husband used to nag me... to leave the girls alone! Let them find their own fun... you don't have to amuse them 24/7!!! I don't know what it is (the aspiring Preschool teacher in me maybe?), but I do like organising little crafts and fun activities for them during our days at home.
I must admit though, I leave them to their own devices quite a bit now. They play happily together (most of the time) and have their own ideas for games and the roles they want to play (however with two girls, it always seems to be socio-dramatic role plays!)
But I especially love it when my kids are so bored, they are forced to get creative and use their imaginations in order to amuse themselves. Livvie was arguing a case for going to the toy shop today, so I could buy her a princess doll. This was definitely not going to happen! She soon figured out that if she made a crown, she could turn one of her dolls into a princess;

(Don't you just love the reasoning of a 4 year old, that the simple act of wearing of crown makes for a princess)
She asked me for help once during the process, wondering 'How do I make those funny shapes at the top of the crown'?. I told her she had to cut zig-zags. If there is a short-cut for something, Livvie will find it (my husband calls it lazy*, I call it resourceful!) and sure enough she grabbed the zig zag scissors and cut around the top, added some sticker-jewels and decorative effects in crayon and had herself a princess doll, quick-sticks!
Later today, the creative urge must have struck again, because she disappeared for a while then presented me with a drawing, announcing, 'I've invented a cleaning machine for you, Mummy!';

Apparently it does the dishes, washes clothes, vacuums and tidies up the house!
Oh, if only this wonderful machine would materialise!
* Re; Lazy. On one particularly hot day this summer, Livvie was whining about the heat and how she felt so hot and she was 'boiling... and hot... and really boiling hot....' etc. I looked at her, flopped on the lounge, a fan blowing towards her from a mere two metres away and I said, 'Well, if you are really hot, you will have to get closer to the fan'.
'Mummy', she said, looking at me incredulously, 'How is that fan going to get all the way over here?'.
I think she was imagining it might grow legs and walk, because from the tone of her voice, there was no way she had even thought about the notion of getting up and moving towards it herself! hehe.