Craft Times

Yesterday we did some Thanksgiving crafts. I drew a (horrifying) tree on construction paper, then had Calen put little foam leaf stickers all over to fill it up, and then we glued chocolate candy corns into the tree. Not really sure why. 

Maybe candy corn is so delicious it seems like one of those things that should grow on a tree. 

I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And it turned out cute. 

Anyways, this was definitely a Calen-only project. It involved peeling stickers and glue and candy corn. I allowed Cam to participate in the candy corn part only. He was pretty proud sitting next to his big brother at the picnic table. I even gave him some stickers to play with/eat. 

It was so cute them sitting together. 

For about ninety seconds. 

Then, Cam decided he wanted Calen's stickers. And Calen's glue. And Calen's candy corns (even though he had his own little pile of candy corns in front of him. They weren't as good as big brother's). 

Calen is really territorial about his shit. He will do a headdive across the living room floor to cover up the ONE of the 480 matchbox cars that Cam wants to play with. And suddenly that's the ONE that HE NEEDS. 

So Cam touching the Elmer's Glue (which is now a golden trophy in this house since glue is a new thing he's allowed to use) was pretty much the quickest way for Cam to get on Calen's bad side. 

Calen yells and bats Cam's hands away. "NO BABIES IT'S MY GLUE YOU NO TOUCH GO AWAY!!!"     

Cam screams in anger and stomps his feet and throws stickers in 100 directions. In the process sending Calen's project flying across the dining room. 

Calen cries. "My CANDYCORN TREE! Baby BROKED it!"

It is not broken. It is sitting happily ten feet from him on the floor. All he has to do is get up and grab it. 

Cam (still screaming) tries to grab one single leaf sticker off the table. Calen bats him away "NO BABIES!!" Cam screams louder. Calen cries harder because "Baby" stole his sticker. One sticker. Out of eight thousand. 

I stand up, calmly go to the fridge, and get myself a beer. And sit on the kitchen counter drinking it while my two boys are screaming, wailing and crying in the dining room. 

Craft time was such a good idea at the time.

Craft time is ridiculous. 

Endnote: the day was ruined. Neither kid fully recovered from this catastrophe and both went to bed an hour early. The candy corn trees were eventually finished, through tears (and Cam being contained in the high chair with apple sauce)

 

 

 


    

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