Eight Little Indians

Eight Little Indians converged at our house today for a Native American Feast. We made feathered headbands and bracelets, and the kids introduced themselves with their creative indian names. (Ethan was Striking Tiger and Laurel was Dancing Rabbit) We read a story called Little Runner of the Longhouse, examined authentic arrowheads, danced to native american music, and tasted a variety of native american foods. Yum! Yum! There was roasted corn, fruit pemmican, Hopi Sunflower Bread, and maple syrup on fried bread to name a few of the frumjous entrees. After lunch the kids went outside and played in and around the Longhouse. Yes, once again I decided to make a box creation. Thankfully, I still had the barn box from Malcolm's party. And with a little scissorwork, and a few pillows, the longhouse came together quite nicely. And most rewarding---kids played in it a lot. That makes it all worth it. Of course, when 8 little indians come together it can only be expected that there will naturally be a little horseplay. And it can only be expected that a few wounds would ensue from said encounters. Jacob had one such encounter with Dancing Rabbit's swinging feet, and nearly repeated the incident at least a half dozen times. Dancing Rabbit got an arrow in her eye-- or was it Big Bison's pointer? Luckily, no one was permanently maimed and all the little indians had a great time--as did all the Indian mothers who got a chance to chat and catch up on news in the nice autumn weather. Dancing Rabbit and Little Kitty pose in their native attire.