Last week, N brought home an assignment that required him to make paper dolls of his family. He picked our family (the three of us), and I was touched...until I realized that his alternative was his dad's family, and there are simply more people in that one. I can't say I blame him. Anyway, they're doing an Oregon Trail unit right now, so he had to make paper dolls of us in late 1800s apparel. I saw the assignment, and told him he needed to work on it a little bit at a time, because next Thursday would be here before he knew it.
Hey, guess what! Next Thursday? It's tomorrow. And until 3:15 this afternoon, he hadn't made one bit of progress. "Where are all of the pieces of fabric and stuff so I can make these dolls?" he asked me, accusingly. "Um, what are you even talking about? You know I'm not the LEAST bit crafty. I don't have junk like that." I said, glaring at him.
Needless to say, it was not a pleasant afternoon. The dolls had to be made using three different mediums, so N's is made of construction paper, mine is made of part of a cloth napkin, and a sharpie colored shirt, and B is made of a fabric sample that I intend to use for throw pillows, printer paper, and crayons. N put a hat on his, so the other two needed hair. While I contemplated yanking some of my own hair out, (you know, to make it realistic), I ended up giving a forgotten stuffed animal a haircut.
I am going to kick BUTT on my 5th grade project. No, really, I didn't do much. He did the majority of it...I just helped with some of the cutting while he wandered around the apartment, looking for materials. B got really upset because he just had hair that was colored on, so I cut some more off the dumb porcupine and gave him hair. Then, he wanted a hat, and can I just say? He was getting really upset over this project, and the fact that his doll did NOT look like him. I reminded him it was N's project, and that when he was in 5th grade, he could make his family however he wanted.
So, when B's in 5th grade (and N's a 9th grader...YIKES!), he intends to give N a pink shirt, make him fat, and write, "I AM FAT" on the shirt.
Sounds pretty 1880s to me.
After he finished, B had a few meltdowns. We're still in the whole "Oh yeah, I'm at my mom's now..." deprogramming stage, so it's been rough. Both boys won the privilege of an early bedtime, and I'm pretty sure it was very necessary. While I made dinner though, I sent them outside to play. One came running in for a football...then a few minutes later, the other ran in to get another football...and then they both ran in for more balls. When I stopped them, I learned that both footballs were stuck up in a tree, and they planned to throw MORE balls at the footballs in hopes of getting them down.
What happened instead? They ate dinner, then hit the showers while I went outside and looked up at the tree. They were in bed by 7:30, but fought until 8:05, so it'll be early bedtime tomorrow, too! I like that.
Tomorrow's my last day of round two of the squat challenge. I'm super excited, but I think I'll miss it if I stop. I'm open to ideas and suggestions.
Anybody?
Aubs
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