Today is…Friday
7:20am: Scripture Study. (sing, pray, read, sing, pray)
Usually. However, today we all slept in until about 8:15am.
Canada Day celebrations until midnight last night might have done us in. Daddy was on the ball and got ready for work. Mommy was trying to sleep in as long as possible. Boys were wasted.
When we were all finally up and fed (daddy had cooked some oatmeal for us before he left), it was 9:30:
Ouch for my schedule.
I debated what we should do. Write off the day as a recovery day? Comfort a sick Ettin who woke up several times last night? Take pictures of my looming stomach and ponder on things to come (I think giant is trying to button up his pants, and Ettin is feeling fully dressed in his socks):
Giant had an idea of how he’d like to spend the day:
I decided to push our schedule back an hour and carry on as best we could. Though watching movies was VERY tempting.
8-9am 9:30-10:30: Cleaning Time. (Mommy works on her chores. Giant works on his jobs. Ettin helps.)
I couldn’t really cut this time down. Since I didn’t do laundry yesterday, I had some catching up to do. And there was still breakfast to clean up after and a house to tidy and boys to get ready. Really, its usually a challenge to stop cleaning time, which is why I put in a time restriction.
As I was cleaning up the kitchen Ettin brought in the chalkboard. I’m not sure if it was because he wanted us to start our morning work, or if he was hoping I might distract his brother from playing with the trains Ettin loves.
Hello, board in my kitchen. Can’t you see I’m in the middle of dishes?:
9am 10:30: Gathering Time. (We greet each other, clap for good work, pray, study a gospel picture, and read the morning message)
We finally start Gathering Time. Ettin is now content to go play with trains (I knew it!) while Giant and I learn about Jesus and John the Baptist. Giant is concerned about how, when he is baptized, he will be able to breath. I’m hoping swimming lessons and life experiences will help quell this fear:
Then we read and fill in our message:
Ettin comes to join us, tell me he needs a new “bum,” and draw on the chalkboard a bit (that’s his little paw):
9:30 11am: Independent Play. (Boys play without mommy)
Today, this did not work. Ettin wasn’t feeling well and basically wanted to be held all day. When I wasn’t holding him, he looked like this:
Okay, really he looked more like this:
because this tummy of mine is starting to take up serious space.
Giant also had a hard time sharing during independent play. Which meant chaos and fighting. Which meant another point in the day where I was about to just put on a movie.
I went to go console myself with watermelon, to find the boys were hungry too (which could explain a few things):
So much for the butterfly themed snack I had planned 🙂
10:30am: Snack/ 11:30 Lesson Time. (Have snack and a lesson, and then work on a project together)
We retreat to the couch to read a story about butterflies:
A little challenging as this sad little man was wanting to sit in my lap the whole time:
I try to lighten the mood by playing a song game with Giant (okay, I made up a song sentence about butterflies and “sang” it)
Here is Giant (and I holding Ettin)moving around like butterflies:
Then I scrambled for a craft. The plan was to make painted butterfly artwork: We’d put paint on our hands and feet, and make prints to turn into the body and wings of a butterfly. Right. Not with a frazzled mom and sick cranky Ettin.
Upon opening our art cupboard, I spied two pieces of broken dowel (pencils/pens would have worked just as well). Inspiration struck.
We coloured construction paper:
Folded it up fan-like:
Stapled it together and stuck it on the dowel:
Voila! Nifty butterfly craft that was almost doable with a cranky Ettin:
…Man, even food doesn’t fix him. You know that Ettin is sick when not even food will placate his troubled heart (side note: 1 day old “piggy in a blankets,” aka hot dogs in a bun, taste a little like sausage rolls):
11am: Independent Play.
Yay!!!! Daddy’s HOME!!!!!
