Tom and Jake spend hours on
this.
Jake builds great ships, boats, space ships, and airplanes. Tom
takes them and they make up games and stories about them, usually
revolving around some war they thought up. I'm trying to direct them
when they fight. You know, the usual, use your words, what will make
your brother happy, how can you get what you both want, etc. It is
tedious. And I realize how many times I am rude to them and they are
only parroting my remarks.
The
Squirrel Hole In Question
I took the boys to the Santa
Ana Zoo this morning. I love that place! On the way in they found
some squirrels and checked out all the holes (this isn't the one).
They found back doors, trap doors, and front doors. They started to
kick dirt in one and I told them not to because it was mean. The poor
squirrels work so hard! No big deal, moving right along, we went into
the zoo.
A few minutes later we come to a place to climb and play.
Jake sees two boys and immediately starts yelling at them about
something. I didn't see what the problem was at first but the two
older boys explained to Jake that these were snake holes and snakes
were bad guys so they were filling the hole. Tom and Jake freak! Not
if it is a king snake, etc. They all need food. They are all just
trying to live! I call Jake away because he looks like he is getting
pretty upset. There was no real fighting going on, just heated
debate, so I wanted to see if they would work it out. Jake wasn't
going to let up though. I told him it was no big deal and to stop
fighting with the boys and then Tom distracted us with some other
animal. Jake is still angry. Walking around with his hands on his
hips, huffing around. I ask him about the wallaby we see and he snaps
at me "Yeah, I know!". I kneel down. Don't talk to me like
that. I know you are angry, but what did I do? He falls apart crying
on my shoulder! He is still so upset about the boys kicking dirt in
the holes. I realize why he is upset and hold him for a minute. I ask
him to talk. He says he doesn't want to right now. We cuddle and talk,
look for the wallaby and the emu. Then he smiles and wipes his tears.
"It's ok now, I thought of something. They always have back
doors so they can get out." He hops down off the railing
where he was sitting and wants to go play again. That kids is
so sweet sometimes!
We talked about it later. That if someone was
making him that angry that he needed to walk away and think about
what to do. You can't think straight when you are angry. I know that
he was trying to be valiant and take care of the defenseless
squirrels. But even when you are trying to be the hero you still need
time to think. So cute!































