And so the first (and last) week of ME & IKE & SUMMER VACATION comes to a close. We did pretty okay. We left the house for two different end-of-school year parties and Ike agreed to change out of his pajamas both times. A couple bumps and bruises but no ER visits or a significant amount of destruction.
Today, not so much on the pajama thing. But for the record, Ike did not ask to watch TV or play with a tablet/screen even ONCE this week, so we did not do either, at all. (Perhaps he finds Click the Camera as fucking annoying as I do?) He let me work. He amused himself. He asked for crayons, Play-Doh, books and the occasional help with a puzzle.
THIS KID AND PUZZLES, by the way.
Who knew? I did not. Because I am a terrible parent who keeps all our "big kid" puzzles in a locked cabinet to prevent the boys just grabbing box after box and dumping them all over the floor. So poor Ike has never played with our puzzles until this week, when he found two (still sealed, never opened) Peanuts puzzles I got in the $1 section of Target as stocking stuffers for his brothers (who ignored them completely).
After watching him assemble these two puzzles approximately three dozen times, I realized that I should probably unlock the puzzle cabinet and offer him some new options.
(HA HA I also got fed up and locked up some Play-Doh, once upon a time. It's probably fossilized at this point.)
Note, however, that all this wholesome peace, quiet and puzzles nonsense will come to an abrupt and screeching end at 12:35 p.m. on Monday, when summer vacation begins for Noah and Ezra and all the other neighborhood kids. Ike would have made a LOVELY only child, apparently, but starting next week we'll be firmly back in Wolf Pack Amped On Bath Salts mode.