Last week, I decided that Sprout had been watching entirely too much TV, and we needed to do something together. Something fun and constructive. I’m working hard not to beat myself up over the TV thing. I mean I did just have a baby and major surgery after all. I always know I’m healing when guilt starts to creep in, trying to convince me that unless I am lying lifeless on the floor, I really should be scrubbing the grout in the bathrooms, baking bread from whole wheat, organic flour, telling my children elaborate stories featuring sock puppets, making hand-made thank you cards, etc. You get the idea. Guilt is an entirely useless emotion. On a purely cerebral level, I know this, but it’s also a very powerful, useless emotion. Anyway, back to fun and constructive.
I got a book full of craft projects for preschoolers that makes use of common household items. What a boon! I believe I’ll pass on the sculpture made from dryer lint (No, I am not kidding), but I found lots of other good ideas. I decided on making flowers from coffee filters and drinking straws. I made one, showed it to Sprout, and he pronounced it “cool.” So we sat down at his little table to make them. The gist is that you color a coffee filter, then twist the bottom to a point, which you then shove into a drinking straw, and Voila! There’s also a vase made from an empty juice concentrate container and dried beans. I was envisioning kid art decorating our whole house, which, though not high style, would be more than the décor in our house now, which is none. So Sprout and I colored (hard to say who’s worse at that), we twisted the filters, and assembled the flowers. It was all going great until the Scotch tape came out. My son is totally bonkers over Scotch tape. He thinks tape is just a big, long, clear sticker. Our fun, constructive activity devolved from there. What’s worse, the tape I had was double-sided tape, so when it sticks, it really sticks. For the rest of the day, I kept sticking to the kitchen floor. Eventually, I just gave up on constructive and stuck the straws up my nose, always a hit with three-year-old boys. Goo goo g’joob.
So now I have a dilemma that my faithful blog readers can help me with. I’m wondering if it’s time to get Sprout into a pre-pre-school program. Is it better for him to be home with Mommy, who is often busy with the new baby, or be away from mommy, with other kids his own age doing fun and constructive activities led by people who, presumably, will not end up with drinking straws up their noses. Your thoughts?