Today is…Wednesday Nov 3, 2010
We had a prayer.
We looked at the Gospel Art Picture of Ammon :
Might I make a small complaint? I really do appreciate that these are representations of Book of Mormon heros.
But I have little boys.
And chances are that my little boys are not going to grow up to look like that guy.
Not unless they spend a whole lot of time bodybuilding and taking who knows what to help them build muscle tone.
And I like to put up these pictures where my little boys can see them. Where they can look at them and think, I’d like to be like that man (because these men are spiritual giants too).
But I don’t want to be putting up images of unrealistic male bodies that my sons may or may not feel the need to look like.
Heaven knows I get enough of that as a woman every day.
But I digress.
We skipped our Morning Message and ran to the gym.
Then we went to Giant’s optometrist appointment, where he refused to talk to the extremely wonderful and patient optometrist at all.
Short of throttling their little necks, what can you do with shy kids to at least make sure they act polite?! I don’t expect him to chat it up, but I do expect him to at least say thank-you when the Dr. gives him a toy.
He wouldn’t talk.
Seriously, not one word the whole time.
Ahrg.
(We did some role play and talked about the situation when we got home. Just not sure it will make any difference.)
We found some friends waiting for us when we got home, and Giant and Ettin had fun playing until lunch time.
After lunch, I put Ettin and Galoot down for a nap (Ettin and no naps have not been working out. We have a very cranky and tired boy at 6pm, which makes for a very grumpy bedtime routine).
So, with lack of a playmate, Giant had a hard time playing on his own.
He built a little house from Lincoln Logs (which is actually kind of impressive. To me. Since I can’t seem to build a thing out of them):
And he very tidily kept the pieces in the bags. Thank You Giant!
And then he sat next to me.
And sat.
And opened my mail. Right next to me.
I encouraged him often to go and play.
He finally left to write some instructions for me about how to transplant plants (we’d received a Thompson and Morgan catalog in the mail which apparently inspired some gardening thoughts in him).
Then came back to show me what he wrote.
Later on, after Ettin woke up (and dumped out the oh-so-tidy Lincoln Logs) and I was exhausted by Giant’s (not so) Independent Play, I noticed a level of grumpiness in the room:
Thinking back to my teacher’s training, I was reminded that the attitide of the teacher can really affect the attitude of her students.
I checked out my attitude:
Houston, we have a problem.
(and do I seriously have that many freckles?)
So I put on my happy face (and tried to match my attitude to my face).
The results:
Much better.