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Are your kids getting bored this Summer? Here’s a few ideas that are so old they might just seem fresh and new.

Old fashioned games are usually inexpensive… perfect for “Make it Do.”  And they take me back to my childhood (does that make me old?)  But best of all they are really fun.

Jump Rope

My kids have had one player jump ropes for a few years.  But this Christmas, Emma received a wonderful long Jump Rope, just perfect for multiple jumpers…  I got out and jumped rope with the kids today, and holy cow it is good exercise. Plus jumping rope is a great way to teach your kids to cooperate.

So just is case you’ve forgotten, here are a few jump rope rhymes to play:

Cinderella, dressed in yellow
went upstairs to kiss a ‘fella
made a mistake
and kissed a snake
how many doctors
did it take?
[count until someone messes up]

Strawberry Shortcake, Blueberry Pie
I got the name of the cutest guy
And his name begins with
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J…

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Turn around
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Touch the ground
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Tie your shoe
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, That will do
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Go upstairs
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Say your prayers
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Dim the lights
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Say good night

We have also loved playing hopscotch… making the course with sidewalk chalk and a hoppy taw.

And don’t forget jacks… it’s way harder than I remember, but that’s what makes it fun.

When I was in college at the University of Utah, I worked at the most delightful bookstore, The Children’s Hour in Salt Lake City.  One of my favorite authors/ illustrators was the husband and wife team, Don and Audrey Wood.  I loved (and still love) their clever, funny stories and bright, cheerful illustrations.

Then I ran across Don Wood’s bio the other day.  And I found out how much I really liked him.  He is a “Make it Do” kind of guy.  Reading about his childhood really got me thinking.  Maybe it’s OK to struggle, maybe it’s OK to have to work hard… perhaps having to struggle for what we want is what forges our talents.

My son, Ben will tell me sometimes that he is the only kid in his class that has to work so hard… or who doesn’t get all the things he wants.  Poor little lamb!  Well I know that isn’t true.  But we do live in an affluent community where children have a lot.   And he doesn’t have motorized scooters, and trips to Hawaii and every toy known to man, like some kids he knows.

But I also hope someday he will thank me.  When I read about Don Wood, I realize that learning to work hard and be resourceful can create some wonderful results.  Just look at the many delightful, award winning books he and his wife have created.

So I won’t feel guilty about making my kids work and earn… or that I can’t and won’t give them everything they want.  I want to teach Ben to be happy with his life and not feel sorry for himself.  Besides he should be grateful… at least I don’t make him care for 40 acres of potatoes!

Here’s an excerpt of his bio from the Audrey Wood website:

I was born and raised on a farm in the great Central Valley of California. It is one of the most fertile farming areas in the country. We raised peaches, sweet potatos, almonds, grapes, and oranges. My father ran the farm, and my mother was a very popular elementary teacher at a small rural school nearby.
There was always a lot of work to do growing up on a farm. By the time I was in the sixth grade, I had forty acres of potatos to take care of by myself (that’s a lot of potatos). My brother, half brother, and I were doing a man’s work by the time we were twelve. During the summer, that often meant twelve to sixteen hour shifts, seven days per week. Once, when I was a teenager, I remember working twenty-six hours straight. We were paid wages for our work and were expected to pay for own clothes and entertainment, and eventually, cars and college educations.
In the sixth grade, I decided to be an artist. My father was worried about my decision, and I endured some tough pressure to pursue other careers (such as architecture). Luckily my other brothers wanted to run the farm, so my decision did not endanger the family business.
Since summer was so busy, winter was my time to draw. I could never find pieces of paper big enough. In those days, the laundry came wrapped in light-brown, crinkly paper. One day my mother had an idea. She ironed the crinkles out of the paper and gave it to me. At last! A giant piece of paper! It covered the entire kitchen table. From then on, laundry day was art day.