Running and Scissors

My son Ian came home yesterday showing off his "schoolwork", which consisted of a fringed piece of paper. He is learning how to use scissors at daycare. He explained, "Mommy, you need to open up the scissors and then you snip. You have to open the scissors, Mommy and then snip. But you have to snip hard." Excellent.

On the way to daycare this morning, we discussed schoolwork and if he would be drawing letters or shapes. Nope. It's all about the scissors. He asked if we have scissors at home, which we didn't. Alexis said later that he spent a good 20 minutes practicing cutting, so much that he had nothing to bring home to show because he had snipped the entire paper into confetti-like pieces.

We stopped on the way home to get some bread and we found Ian a pair of blue scissors to use at home. My husband is probably learning this information as he reads this, but Ian was supervised the entire time with the scissors.

After dinner, he sat at the kitchen table, all concentration and talk about how to cut ("your fingers go in the big hole and the thumb goes in the little hole. See, Mommy? Now you try.") I think the scissors we picked out are a little too big, but he was so careful about using them.

Meanwhile, Connor was a blur of motion. Literally. He was going back and forth with car in hand, into the kitchen and over to the computer. He'd stop for a few minutes to fiddle with the sprinkler dials (sorry, honey, forgot to let you know that too) and then he'd spin in circles for a few minutes, then he was off again. Happy as could be.