So Crafty

It is still hotter than an oven here in the 'ville, so hot that it's over eighty degrees before I even get out of bed in the morning. While this is miserable for me, I am fortunate that I do not have to spend the whole day in a room full of two year olds, all of whom can see outside as they have an entire long wall of windows in their classroom and all of whom cannot grasp the concept of it being too hot to go out and play.

This is the situation Jonathan's teachers have found themselves in this whole week, but particularly the last few days. Assuming no extremities in weather, the two year olds go outside twice a day, once for a walk and once for free-style play on the playground. My child LOVES to be outside and I know it's just killing him that he's had to stay indoors all the time. Why is it that the heat doesn't seem to bother small children?

Regardless, I have noticed that the teachers have gotten more creative the past few days. I wanted to share today's creation as I thought maybe some of you other mothers could try it with your kiddos. They took a Ziploc bag, put some water in it and some glitter. Then they put in some foam fall leaves and created a snow globe of sorts. They then folded the closure and taped it to one side (for obvious reasons) and put each kid's name on it on a piece of colored tape. When I got to school today to pick Jonathan up, all of the kids had theirs and were just as happy as could be. Jonathan's actually lasted for some time until a particularly rousing round of "Ring Around the Rosy" when he fell on it and it sprang a leak. It was inevitable.

I was, however, able to snap a couple of pictures first. Not that you couldn't get the idea from the description, but visual aids are always nice. For the record, he is not wearing a dress but rather a onesie that is too big for him.







Also inevitable, unfortunately, was Jonathan's first curse word. Since well before our little guy could speak, I have been the profanity police around our house. I was sure that his first curse word would be one rhyming with truck due to the fact that particular four letter word is my husband's favorite, especially when telling a colorful story. I am happy to report that I was wrong. It was actually a*s and was said this morning after someone pulled in front of me as I was driving Jonathan to school this morning and I said something like "Thanks a lot, a*s!" Definitely not a shining star on my motherhood record. Thus far, he has not repeated it, so I am hoping it is a one-time thing that I can later figure out some way to blame on Bryan...