Three months after my third birthday, I became a sister to a little brother. I couldn’t tell you where the idea came from but I took it upon myself to hover over him as if he were mine. My earliest memory is of meeting him in the hospital through a glass window with my grandma. My second memory is of waking up one morning and racing to my parents room to greet him. Upon finding his crib empty, I ran through the house in a panicked state yelling, “Someone stole my brother!” You can imagine my surprise and relief to find my brother in the arms of my mother. I can only surmise that the usual schedule involved me waking before him and peeking in on him. As an adult, I joke that I have adhd with ocd over and under-tones. This was the earliest memory of dissonance in my surroundings.
Another vivid set of memories revolve around crayons. They have always been a problem for me. I would receive a new box of crayons and guard them ferociously, that little brother had a radar that sought new crayons with reckless abandon. If I let him or them out of my sight in the same room, I would return to find broken pieces everywhere. Eventually, someone figured it out and we would each receive a box of 64 for Christmas. Once his were gone he wasn’t to touch mine. As a result I have a huge collection of crayons from my childhood. I have one container of broken bits of this and that reserved for babysitting when needed.
When Boo was old enough to color, I brought out that container. His opinion on my crayon collection was similar to my brothers, only he broke them by taste testing. I soon put those up and moved on to the jumbo crayons that were more difficult to eat. He’s done well with the jumbo crayons. Recently he’s been in a paper peeling mode so many from his box of 8 have lost their wrappers. A few have broken here and there as well, so pieces were getting smaller and smaller. Boo has a problem with broken as well, I’m not sure if he thinks I’m upset by it or if it’s the fact that the crayon is no longer the same as it was. No matter the cause, broken crayons upset him and he won’t use them.
Tonight I set out to remedy that problem:
After reading a few websites, I decided to try 175° for 5 minutes, then another 5, another 5 and I finished it up with a round of 7. Jumbo crayons need to be chunked smaller or baked longer. Longer is good with me as I struggled to get them as small as I did without coloring everything in sight. It took less than a half hour for the crayons to cool. We noticed that a few of our colors are missing, but we can always do it again.
The crayons work though to do again, I’d do a few things differently. The aluminum foil cups I made didn’t keep all the wax in so the pan is currently in the freezer. The color is heavier than the wax so there are bits around the top edges and sides without color. I think if I cut the pieces smaller they would melt faster and I could take them out sooner which would, hopefully, keep the color from sinking. I also learned that when taking a picture I can hold down the button and let go, the camera still takes the picture. I’ve only had this camera since May of 2007.