Needless to say, both my husband and I were excited, and we both changed our work schedules, so that we could
When the day finally arrived, we learned that we would be working in the special art studio. Under normal circumstances, this would be great, but for us, it wasn't. See, the art studio is located right next door to the elevator. And since Lil' Lewie prefers the elevator to anything else...toys, playtime, even food...we could not peel him away from it. At one point, I literally dragged my little boy into the art studio, but he wouldn't stop kicking and screaming.
"What are we going to do?" I asked my husband, both flustered and embarrassed at the same time.
"Well we can't force him to play. I guess we just need to leave." My husband was equally disappointed that we wouldn't have "clay time" as a family.
I tried to put a little ball of clay into my son's hand, but he wouldn't take it. To him, clay was not nearly as exhilarating as being able to press a button, watch it light up, and then have a magic set of doors open for him to step inside.
Fortunately, the women at the daycare were willing to give us some clay to take home. In fact, they would still put it in the kiln for us if we sent his project back within a few days. Since that was the case, this weekend we decided to have a little "clay time." It lasted long enough to get a few photos; however, with Lil' Lewie's continued aversion to getting his hands dirty, it wasn't his favorite activity. I guess we'll have to try it again when he gets a little older...
|"I guess this is unique."|
|"I'll smile for you Mom, if you promise to take me down now."|
|"See Mommy's, I mean, MY creation."|