So today we finally had some snowfall that stayed. I met him at the bus stop next door. We played around in the snow, he wanted to use my ice scraper on my car windows.





I’m bad. Oh he could hurt himself. I have instructed him on this before, he has seen me do it, I was supervising it, and he was using a 7 oz finishing hammer. He was very proud of his work, and so was I.

I’m bad. Electricity, wires, oh my. She should thank me, he’ll be able to fix stuff for her, just like I did when I was a kid. But she’ll probably complain about how dangerous it was.
Well we have the lights, we’re upstairs, so he wanted to go up into the attic and look for “aliens”. While we were up there he wanted to cover the attic opening with something. He pulled some wood and drywall across the opening. He wondered how strong the drywall was and how it worked. I warned him that it couldn’t hold weight. I showed him how easy it was to score and break it to the size he wanted to cover the last section. Then he took some tools and said they were alien weapons we needed to put in our belts as we went from top to bottom of the house making sure there were none.
I’m bad. Ladders, attic, dark.
Next we figured out where to put his wall maps and cork board. I moved it up & down until it was at the right height, he marked the wall. He showed me, mommy’s poor rushed spackling job on the wall, she didn’t even scrape the excess off, it’s lumpy. He was laughing at it, I told him that one of the tools he found before was what you used to smooth it out.
He wanted to play with the motion detector webcam software, but I had my laptop connected to my home office hub doing some things and couldn’t move it around. Besides it was time to eat. Get him dinner. He ate a lot.
I’m bad. We should have done his nightly reading (as homework) earlier. Well I got him reading. Opps, I interrupted his reading with a question and that got him curious, he went to my room. He found some neon paint I had bought for him. He got excited, he told me he got a blacklight for his birthday (I knew that) and that Mommy had it & wouldn’t let him use it because it could break. Well I guess it could, but it wouldn’t be too hard to use it in a safe way.
I’m bad. I shouldn’t have interrupted his reading, he was about 5 minutes short of his nightly reading assignment. And here she was at my door at the new court ordered time, 30 minutes earlier than my previous time. “What !” she says indignantly, “You couldn’t finish his reading in four hours !”
[ Well, JSM (just shoot me), I made a mistake, I’m sorry. I can only have fun with him after school, I don’t get any weekends at all. ]I usually get him to do all his homework. I incorporate practical lessons in our activities over and above the homework. Probably a habit I picked up from working as professional staff at a University for 19 years and as part time faculty for 10 years (while working as full time staff).
So, whatdaya think. Am I bad? Hang me at dawn? Lotta poor judgment here according to my wife and the court.
Ya know what, who are these a—holes who would judge me?
I’m not bad, she’s nuts !
Photos added 01/30/07
2 comments:
You are NOT a bad Dad at all.
I've just found your blog and am trying to read as much as I can during my break at work and by all accounts, you're a caring, sensitive father who obviously loves his son an incredible amount.
Remember this... kids see more than you think and know far more than you realize.
I like that you interject education in while you're playing. Isn't that how it should be?
Keep up the good work.
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