At Least He Didn’t Put Them in His Pockets

A few weeks ago, Jack asked me if he could plant flowers. Since we can’t seem to get around to planting any in the yard, when I ran across some little one-dollar kits at Target, I bought a few. They came with cute little terra-cotta pots, a little dirt pellet that expanded like you wouldn’t believe when it got wet (it was very cool!) and a packet of seeds. You can see what I’m talking about at http://www.buzzyseeds.com. I got Morning Glories, Forget-Me-Nots, tomatoes (Moneymaker breed if you’re interested), thyme, parsley (curl), and daisies. We quickly had to move the plants from the cute little pots to bigger pots on the back porch.

I had to move the morning glories pretty quickly to the ground. Those suckers grow fast! I guess I should mention that I’ve never been a plant person and I’ve never done more than help after someone else planted veggies in a garden.

I set the empty pot in the corner of the back porch/deck. It was kind of a holding pen for our little garden shovel and rake. Today, Jack and I went out to water the plants. Jack said something along the lines of, “There’s something in the pot!” At first glance, I thought it was a small snake. I wasn’t happy, but I’m proud to report I didn’t panic. Then I realized it was a lizard, or maybe a salamander. No, it was actually three of them! They were just in there hanging out. Jack had his little spray bottle that he uses to water the plants and he was spraying into the pot. I kept telling him to leave the lizards alone, but he is a little boy. I actually meant more of “quit aggravating the poor things”.

I took a picture with my cell phone, then came inside to load it on the computer. I went back out for something and Jack had removed everything from the pot except the lizards. I asked him why and he said it was so they couldn’t climb out. Since I could see them much better, I took another picture. After going back in, I heard a loud noise and saw Jack by the pot on the deck. I went out to see what he was doing to the poor creatures. He dumped them out of the pot. They didn’t have anything to eat in there. He also was upset that they left dirty footprints in the bottom of the pot. Of course, the footprints were because he had sprayed water into the pot. So much for the cool experiment of catching bugs and getting frustrated when the already-satiated reptiles ignored our offerings.

Then Jack came in and made me three lizards out of Silly Putty so I can remember our little visitors every time I see them. Then he asked me, “Do you love me really much now?” I told him, “I always love you really much.” He said, “Great! Thanks!” and ran off to watch Johnny Quest.

So It Begins…

Today, Jack and I went to a rock and gem show in Marietta. From the time I told him we were going, all I heard was, “I don’t WANT to go.” This is pretty much the standard response to anything. If we’re at home, he doesn’t want to go anywhere. If we’re somewhere else, he doesn’t want to go home. I’ve come the conclusion that he just doesn’t like change. Fair enough. Neither do I. But I was pretty sure he would enjoy seeing the fossils, especially the dinosaur fossils. And part of unschooling is putting opportunities out there and letting the kids decide what interests they want to pursue.

So we went and before we even got completely in the door, Jack went from “Can we go the park now?” to “Mommy! Mommy! Can we go see stuff now?” He had spotted a picture of a dinosaur and that’s all it took. He was vaguely interested in the stones (“Look, Mommy. Aren’t they so pretty?”), but he dragged me all over the place looking for dinosaurs. He wanted to know what each of the fossils was and I had to promise to get a bunch of books from the library about dinosaurs in order to keep from having to read the lengthy descriptions on each of the dinosaur fossils. Don’t worry. He didn’t miss out on anything. The information was just general information about a particular species of dinosaur, not specifically related to the fossil in the case.

He did get a piece of dinosaur bone that a very nice vendor gave him. He wasn’t interested, but I thanked her and took it anyway because I know that later he’ll want it. He’s notorious for saying he doesn’t want something and then later getting upset because he doesn’t have it. Sometimes, I just let it go and chalk it up to learning to make decisions, but I figured, how often do you get the chance to get a real dinosaur bone?

So I guess we’re going to the library Monday to get dinosaur books.