Daddy, daughter, feathers and jewels

So, this is what we spent the morning doing and I have to say - it was a lot of fun. Parents that don't do arts and crafts with their kids at a young age are missing out and I am glad that we have been playing around like this since she was a baby. Oh, that is a pretty funny way to put it isn't it? She is technically still a baby but if you spent some time with her, you wouldn't think it. I think part of that is because her vocabulary is so broad and complex that it gives the illusion she is older than she is.

Look at that smile and those cheeks. She will unlikely ever be able to hide if she is happy as her whole face lights up and her cheeks go all squirrel-y. Her eyes smile too of course but when she is teary, they turn the brightest of blues. It is a little strange as even though my wife's eyes are blue too, our daughter actually has my mother's eye colour. When people see me, they don't piece together my mother was blue-eyed and fair-haired and I am predicting that when my daughter is older, people want pick her father as being dark. It is going to make for some interesting conversations with some less interesting people for her one day.

 
We used a lot of colour today for the willow twigs we decorated and not pictured here are the pink and silver jewels that we stuck along the sticks to give them a little bit of bling. This is her first time decorating them so I wanted her to have some bits of it to remember so, shiny things work well and as she was choosing which ones she would use, each time she would say, "I think this cutie one will be good" and point to it for me to peel them off as they were a bit fiddly.

We spent about an hour and a half to decorate six twigs as it takes time for her to choose and position the pieces. I had to help her with some of the things like gluing them on but she is pretty good at doing most things by herself as she does a lot of arts and crafts with her grandparents when she is there a couple days a week too. This is the other reason her vocabulary is good because her grandparents speak to her a lot and with very little adjustment in language. Her Finnish is stronger than English but considering 95% of her life is in Finnish, the gap isn't anywhere near that large.

 

And here we are, six finished virpoa twigs and I think that we will make a couple more in the evening so that we have a few to decorate our home with. These ones will be handed to the family we visit tomorrow morning and they will put them around their place and hopefully, some of the buds will bloom a bit further, but just in case, they have all that bling to make them pretty too.

I am looking forward to going with her tomorrow and even though she is now quite unlikely to be dressed as a witch, she is going to be cute just the same. She has learned the Finnish poem easily but I am unsure if she will say it when she knocks on the doors as she tends to get shy when there are many people around. Afterward, it will be onto Daddy/ Daughter coffee. I am glad I had a daughter because decorating with feather, glitter and chatting over coffee is more my thing than eating snails, or whatever a son would do :)

I still have to learn how to do her hair so she doesn't look like a Wildling though.

Taraz
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