Rock Bugs

I mentioned a few posts ago that my daughter was grounded from going outside for an entire day.

You need to understand that her not going outside for one whole day is more punishment for ME than her -and I’m not saying that because I’m selfish and like kicking my children out. I’m saying it because my daughter can barely survive one full day without bounding around outside.

As a colicky newborn, my daughter could only be settled down by being taken outside and rocked on my grandmother’s balcony… in February. I hated taking her outside, and I’d bundle her up in fifty (give or take) blankets and make the trek out of sheer desperation… I needed a small break from the crying. It worked every time.

As the day of grounding was winding down, my daughter was a MESS. She was bouncing off the walls, she was whining about everything, she was fighting with her brother… and I was sort of crumpled next to my computer, hoping that if I stared at Pinterest long enough, the kids would magically start behaving perfectly. Riiiiight.

It turns out Pinterest isn’t the worst place in the world to hide out because if you stay there long enough, you’ll inevitably find SOMETHING to inspire you to log off and live.

Enter: rock bugs. I sent my son outside for the gear (I helped, of course, because he can only hunt for rocks for so long before he gets distracted with sticks -aka potential arrows for his homemade stick bow).

We brought the outside in to her, and it made all the difference.

His bug:

Her bug:

My bug: