Something that becomes clearer to me each day is how quickly my children are growing up. This is bittersweet since I love seeing the milestones and growth each child is achieving. But it makes me sad because I know we can never go back to the sweet, simpler milestones. I'm sure that all mothers can relate.
I followed the directions on the can of Plaster of Paris by adding cold water to the dry mix.
I poured the liquid plaster into small, sturdy paper plates, and then let it set for about 10-15 minutes. After it had firmed up a bit, each child pressed his or her hand into the plaster. I intended on hanging these, so I also pressed a straw through to the plate to hold a hole as the plaster hardened.
If I could go back in time, I would have done this every year or so to record my children's growth. So although my oldest son's hand is getting pretty large, I may do this again every summer (with larger plates) until my nest is empty. I expect these prints will still make my heart happy when that day comes.
Hope this brings someone else as much joy as it has me!