Homemade finger paint

If you follow me on Instagram, you know we made some homemade finger paints today that Charlotte was all about. I had some washable paint but questioned whether she'd attempt to eat it since I haven't really done much painting with her. One quick Pinterest search lead me to Red Ted Art's recipe and it was too simple not to try!

3T sugar
1/2 C corn starch
1/2 t salt
2C water

Combine all ingredients in a small sauce pan and warm until it thickens; cool, then pour into small containers. Add food coloring.

Looks pretty similar to frosting ;)

Add tiny human.

I prepared this while she was enjoying her morning nap. It was cooled and more than ready for her to enjoy in the afternoon. The texture ended up being similar to Vaseline and caught me off guard. But watching Charlotte use them, it was allllll good. Really good. Like let's do this again every day for the rest of my life good. I had to wrestle the tray away from her to clean her up for her afternoon nap!

I was so happy to see Charlotte explore this texture and the process of smearing the paint around the paper. She was smiling the e n t i r e time and I was so proud! It's so important to let children have the experiences of art rather than having them make a product. We can totally make the cute snowman project, but I also want to ensure she's having (near full-body) experiences with art materials. That's another post, as I am out of time for standing on my soap box.

Being unemployed isn't the greatest thing, but spending some time with my girl has been so wonderful. Not worrying about deadlines or meetings has allowed me to think about the activities we do together and just be. There's no where else I'd rather be!

I'll leave you with the finished "product," a Charlotte original!

Happy Thursday!
xoxo
Mama Porch

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