We spent much of Saturday wrestling with the project - which was to be a model of something. Hunter was interested in why bears live in caves, so for the past month we've been mulling over it. He tried cutting a cave out of cardboard (with my sewing scissors, no less) and it wasn't too terrible, I thought - especially since he did it himself. I'm convinced that the "good" ones are done by the parents, just like the good pinewood derby cars are done by the dads. It's a bunch of hogwash to me.
I ended up staying up until 1am last night finishing his three-panel presentation poster and cutting our last attempt at a cave out of some packaging material that came with a small appliance. Of course the information that he came home with about the project used the example of doing an experiment to determine which metals have the highest heat capacity. Are you kidding me? In elementary school? I didn't learn anything about that until college. I don't know how people with multiple kids in school deal with that. I vowed that I would never *do* my kids' homework, but there I was doing it for him. In third grade he couldn't have possibly done all that. He hardly knows how to use the computer - by my design.
Tristan has learned some new skills of escape. He can unlock and open our front door, then go through two sets of double doors to get out of the building and chase birds into the street, or whatever else he fancies. He can open the bedroom windows upstairs with nothing between him and the clear blue sky. I had the maintenance people come install a chain lock on the front door which worked for almost 24 hours keeping him in (to his dismay), but then I got home from a shopping tour of Myeongdong and proceeded to open the chained door, which promptly broke the chain... Now we have a baby gate in the doorway. Tomorrow I'll call about getting the windows locked. He loves to dump out Comet/Ajax cleanser, and also dumped nearly 10 pounds of flour on the floor on Saturday. He can get right out of his crib now, which means he won't nap or go to bed. I'm weary to say the least.
|Always trying to get away, he is.|
|This was at the beginning of April. I actually made the skirt, as a challenge in the sewing group I go to.|