I was clearing out some shelves in the laundry room today to make more room for storage. Some things I cleared off the shelves went straight into the trash, and others went into the garage sale box. Then I ran into this picnic basket. My sister -inlaw gave us this basket many years ago. I have always loved it... but have never used it. There are only four place settings in the basket, and our family quickly grew beyond the four settings. But it appeals to the reader in me -- having enjoyed too many scenes in books about picnicing on sandwiches and lemonade beneath shady oaks.
So, as I sat on the floor in the laundry room wondering how I should use it (and feeling guilty that I hadn't used it), the boys came in to see what I was doing. And I decided that I would take a chance and let them use it, as I had often thought of doing when I saw it sitting up there on the top shelf near the ceiling -- lonely and gathering dust.
I see it as sort of a combination Montessori/Reggio material. The dishes are real china and must be handled carefully. The basket has latches that must be twisted to close and open. The place settings fit into an inner basket that can be lifted out of the larger basket.
One of the features the boys found most appealing is the way the utensils slide into the leather strip on the inside of the lid. (I removed the forks and knives. I didn't feel like making any more ER visits this week.)
I folded up a table cloth and laid it in the basket underneath the dish insert. The boys then filled it with toy food and immediately carted it off to have a picnic in the family room. I think that it will be a way for them to practice manners and social graces. It will also be interesting to see what sort of "picnics" they have. I predict that it will be taken "caving" in the closet at least once.
Fortunately, we have a ready-made place for it, too. (Which is not always the case when I have a bright idea.)
It fits right here next to the toy kitchen. (And yes, that is a stethoscope from a doctor's kit on the toy stove. I don't know why.) The kitchen fits in the space between a sort of free-standing room divider that divides our family room area from our living room area (for lack of a better way to describe it). On the other side of the toy kitchen is the piano. (It's not a perfect arrangement, but it's the best we could do.)
The twins have needed some guidance with the dishes, but I remain optimistic. At the very least it was something interesting to do on a rainy day.
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