ideas for hands

Over the weekend Hank built a marble run that went from the primary bedroom upstairs down the steps and through the dining room below before it took a hard right into the boys' hallway. Hank's mood shifted as sharply as the track, from slightly satisfied to wildly disappointed, so when he needed an alternative to perfecting that course he kept himself busy folding approximately seventy three types of origami creations. A single Sunday afternoon of paper crafts can, it seems, feel like six months or more. Although I did try really hard to cast aside most of my motherly notions of mess, to leave all the clean up thoughts firmly inside my head, where they belong. Hank has ideas for hands and dreams for feet and I love that about him.