We broke out the modeling clay today. It was something we slipped into the birthday party goody bags, and I was a little hesitant, but they loved it. Immediately, I wondered why I hadn't done this sooner. And also, I wished I had bought a box for myself. I love working with clay, and it felt so good to be squishing, rolling and shaping again.
Only thing- what is that stuff made of? It smelled weirder than I remembered, and it left a greasy film that required some serious scrubbing. I did pick up some Magic Mud, and I think it will be more like real clay. Maybe Edward and I will break it out tomorrow for a trial run.
I picked up the clay because it's fun (and came in rainbow colors... much like the Gummy Bears), but I'm starting to learn the importance of all those classic kid activities- this is a great article on the benefits of clay exploration for toddlers and preschoolers.
As we sculpted, we talked about sculpture, and art and what is art and why do we make it. I was surprised at how much more relaxing the clay was versus paint, we could just shape and tug and tear and talk and not worry too much about flinging and spilling.
The image above is Collin's baby. I was pretty impressed, though I see a nerdy old guy with glasses and funny facial hair.
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