This year winter drug its frozen heavy feet at a glacial pace. With no
snow to play in, cold dreary mornings slowly merged into cold dreary afternoons. The kids were out of sorts, stir crazy and boiling over
with pent up energy. Nothing held their interest for more than a few minutes
before they resorted back into the ever popular, and yet simple, game of racing from one end
of the house to the other at warp speed, volume maxed out.
I'll be the first to admit that normally in a household with one or two
children this would be acceptable, even cute in a “ahhh don’t they just about
drive you crazy" kind of way, but when your household is a daycare and you have ten children under foot at any given time, this game gets old fast. I needed to dig into my bag of tricks and find productive things for these wonderful children to do with all that extra energy. Unfortunately I was suffering a bit from the winter doldrums as well and having a hard time coming up with something new and inventive to keep the little ones occupied.
My first idea was to keep them busy with projects. I decided that with outside play off the table I wasn't structured enough with my daycare schedule. Foot loose and fancy free was totally okay in the summer time when there was the whole great outdoors to keep them entertained, but in this cold, dead, snowless winter, less was not proving to be more. In short, there was too much free time in our day and all I needed to do was fill this gap and the gang of screaming banshies would be disbanded.
This course of action worked well, for a while. The kids love working on crafts and projects, especially if they can glue and
use markers, but this solution took up a lot of "my" free time. Evenings spent planning, preparing and shopping for supplies for new things to do to fill what I’d affectionately come
to view as the “witching hour”. That point in the day where all
the toys have been played with and discarded, disagreements break out, they are tired, hungry and inevitably they begin to suffer from classic "ants in the pants gotta run until they shake loose" syndrome.
So, while I was effectively keeping them busy with all kinds of crafty things to do, I soon realized that I had gone into overboard. I, and more importantly, the kids were burning out. I'd forgotten my own philosophy - daycare isn't supposed to be school. That's what "school" is for. The kids weren't simply getting tired of all the project work, they were down right sick of it and had taken to throwing themselves onto the floor and crying out "NOOOOOOOO" every time I mentioned the word project, and I had to admit that this wasn't totally the solution I was looking for.
So okay, keep doing projects, but scale back, hmmm what else could we add in to fill up those hard to deal with hours?
It wasn't too long after the "Project Experiment" that I had an ah ha moment! It was the strike of a lightening bolt zapping me on the forehead. Apps! I needed apps and I needed them now. Everyone talks about them, everyone plays them, they are the latest and
greatest electronic obsession. I needed kid friendly apps to keep those squirmy wormy bodies in check.
I started downloading apps onto my Nook Tablet with
abandon. I got a drawing pad, interactive books, a zoo, several abc games and
activities, a live feed to a penguin exhibit at a California Zoo, and yes
Angry Birds. The kids LOVED it! They were obsessed! All of them were now clambering for first dibs at the Nook. And there-in lay my next problem. Ten kids
– one Nook… I think you can see where I’m going with this. Yes it settled down
the child who was actually playing with the Nook, and it had the potential to
entertain that child until the kingdom came, but it left the other nine fighting over who was next and who got to sit next to the lucky gamer as he/she pot-shot
pigs with funny looking round birds who for some unknown – at least to me - reason were angry.
So keep the Nook, keep the projects, but still what to do? I added magnetic dolls, Polly Pockets, puzzles, lacing - they hated the lacing -, magnetic mazes, the list goes on and on...
They liked all of these things, well except for the lacing, but it was like watching a swarm of busy bees in the flower garden. They would flit from one activity to the next, sometimes not even playing with what they'd gotten out before moving on to the next activity. I had taken them into activity overdrive. There were so many things to choose from, that they wanted to choose them all and ended up playing with none.
I needed one simple thing, not twenty. Something that could be spontaneous, quick to set up, and that all my
kids loved and could do at the same time with minimal supervision… I was at a loss, and the winter weather was not improving. Not a fan of
snow personally, the lack of it was a challenge. Who wanted to go outside onto a play area of brown dead grass
and stare at a frozen sandbox?
One evening, sipping a glass of Merlot and trying to unwind, I
was scrolling through Pinterest when a picture of homemade play dough popped up.
I wasn’t totally impressed, after all I had raised my own kids and playdough
was that taboo stuff that used to put me and my own mom before me into cleaning frenzies. It gets stuck in kids’ hair, smashed into the carpeting
and the upholstery of every piece of furniture in the house, armies of little play dough pieces can migrate across the entire ground floor of your home in no time... but, even still,
it WAS fun to play with… perhaps it might provide an afternoon or two of
entertainment. After all, at this point,
what did I have to lose?
So the next morning I got out the ingredients, my big pot and cooked up a batch. After getting input from the kids
we dyed the play dough blue and VIOLA! The rest - as they say - is history.
The children were beyond intrigued, they were
sitting at the table – all of them - quietly playing with the stuff like it was the
greatest invention since… well ever. They were fascinated with all the different things you can do with the stuff, and face it there's a lot. You can mold it. Shape it. Roll it. Ball it. Cut it. Smash
it. Hide things in it. Make things out
of it. There is NO limit to what a little mind can imagine with a hunk of
play dough in front of them.
My play dough epiphany happened three months ago and I still have
to keep the bag on the kitchen counter at all times because the fascination continues to burn strong. One batch lasts about two weeks, and each child in my care plays with it at least once a day.
Now don't get me wrong, the kids still love doing projects, they still play
angry birds on the Nook, polly pockets, puzzles, all of that good stuff, but there is always at least one
child at the table with a mound of shapeable dough in front of them creating,
imagining, and playing quietly. It seems that play dough has become the great equalizer. These days it is not uncommon to see two kids playing play dough sitting next to one with the polly pockets, sitting next to one playing a game on the nook, sitting next to one coloring a picture with markers. And they are happy, entertained, and engaged.
So the big question I know you’re burning to ask is: Do they
still run like a pack of wild animals through my house from time to time? You bet, they’re
kids after all. But when the Tasmanian
Devils within are released I know it won’t be long before I can rein them back
in with the prospect of a bit of dough. Besides, summer is almost here and
running wild is an art form of summer fun!