You know you’ve got a messy house when a broom simply adds to the problem:
The solution?
Cute baby! Blocks 98% of clutter from view, and smiles chubby baby smiles while doing so.
(note, side effects may include hiding from mother’s view the 2 year old cutting open a blue gel freezer pack because he thinks it looks like a freezie. Thankfully that 2 year old looked like this cute baby not very long ago, and was spared the wrath of a mother)
Did you know that freezies…
make a really good ice pack?
Sooths a mother’s guilt and a boy’s ouchie hand at the same time.
(I knew they were playing with a crock pot electric base, but why didn’t I notice that they had plugged it in?)
The learning activity of the day focused on the sense of taste.
When I was pretty sure Galoot would stay asleep for a bit, I brought out: apple, cheese, peanut butter, honey, butter, and toothpaste.
Then I told Giant to close his eyes and try and guess what it was I was putting on his tongue.
He said no.
He said Ettin could do it.
The trusting little soul.
So I gave an apple slice to Ettin, who munched happily, but didn’t really understand the activity.
Then Galoot woke up.
Of course.
So I continued with a sad baby.
Thankfully Giant was up to the experiment when I got back with Galoot.
He tried the apple:
And the cheese.
And the peanut butter.
And the honey.
And the butter.
And the toothpaste.
That was his favourite.
Ettin happily finished off the spoons after Giant had had his taste.
Then he crashed when daddy read to the boys before supper.
We prayed.
We looked at our Gospel Picture of Moroni. Giant was interested in the hole for the plates, and talked about Joseph Smith finding them.
Hm. We did do a Morning Message, but apparently I neglected to take pictures.
For your reference: Today is Wednesday.
I just knew you’d want to know.
We focused on the sense of touch today, so Giant wrote out the words hot and cold.
Then we bundled up and went to the Gym.
I LOVE Gym days. I get so much more accomplished, even at home. The boys fight less and I feel more able to handle things.
When we got home, the boys wanted to play in the snow.
In the front yard.
This was hard for me.
Even though I can see them the whole time they are outside playing.
And even though I know Giant would not hesitate to tackle Ettin should Ettin wander onto the road.
I still worry.
But they had fun:
And then they wanted to come in for hot chocolate:
I let them.
Ettin did not have a nap. But Galoot did.
For the afternoon, the boys busied themselves exchanging toys and games from downstairs,
colouring,
and being an “artist.”
Giant called this picture, “Zarahemla.”
No, I don’t know why.
But he did make up a catchy tune…”Oh, Zarahemla…”
Anyway.
Then, because I wanted to add some structure, I played a sense of touch game with the boys:
They were to try and count how many squares were on their Blok, without looking:
Ettin didn’t quite get it, but he was happy to be included:
Giant was actually pretty good at this game, and could even count the squares in the odd shaped Bloks.
Just before supper Grandma and Grandpa Bee came for a quick visit.
Grandpa read the boys stories…
…and my no-nap Ettin crashed hard:
