playing Indians: part 2

{baby in a cradleboard}

{the day’s meals cooking over the fire}

{snow covers the ground this time of year}

{animal skin (rather fabric and cardboard) tee pees, some with authentic designs and others with 3-year-old designs}

{boys hunt, girls cook and help their mothers}

{squaws pass down their legends verbally while weaving and working alongside their daughters}

{pottery and bowls–some for crushing corn into cornmeal others for gathering water}

{high-techies taking video of the village}

{a family from the village–now my girls want their own tee pee to have its own family)

 {raffia Indians dressed for a cold winter}

Our little Indian village takes me away to another place.  It must for my daughters as well as they reposition our “trees” and their precious clay fish around the “fire”.  I remember how make believe play transformed my world when I was a child.  It became as real as I was when I played and I could get lost in it.

I watched my Ainsleigh think to make corn for the Indian food.  And Johanna spill over every tee pee image on Google to incorporate all of the authentic details on her tee pee.   The process and planning of the village was taken over by the girls, not me.

That’s when I know they get it and it has come alive for them.

See our first Playing Indians post here.

the sleepy time gal