I am a mom of two — a curious 3 year old and a very opinionated 5 year old — and somewhere in the middle of last July I realized we had become an ice family.
It started with one tray of frozen paint on a heatwave afternoon, the kind of day where the playground melts and everyone is a little cranky. Ten minutes into painting with slowly-melting cubes, both of my kids were quiet, focused, and cool. I was hooked.
By August I had actually cleared out an entire drawer in the freezer just for our ice projects: silicone molds full of petal water, little containers of salt-watercolor blocks, tiny toys frozen mid-rescue, and a bouquet of dried flowers waiting for their turn in a lantern. My partner opened the freezer, sighed, and made peace with it.
These are the five baskets we come back to again and again. They are messy in the best way, they buy me a real half hour of calm, and the science-meets-art magic never gets old. I always prep the ice the night before so the morning is just: open the freezer, carry the tray outside, and watch small people fall in love with a cube of water.
Tip
Batch it: on the same evening you make ice paint cubes for tomorrow, start freezing a suncatcher for the day after. One drawer, five afternoons of calm.