Soooo, I have been throwing myself into my son's first grade homework. Is it sad that whenever he gets a less than conventional assignment I can hardly contain myself? When his homework says, "make a germ model" or "read a book and make a mobile" my eyes light up, my heart beats faster, and there is almost certainly a skip in my step and perhaps even drool in my mouth, but that is probably TMI.
I've told you before. I am a nerd.
His latest assignment was "make something new out of something old." At first I did not feel very inspired, and neither did he. So we just started by stringing old, previously punctured bottle caps together. We were just going to make a bottlecap snake and call it done. But as we were making it (um, I was stringing them, and he was sitting on the floor teasing his brother) I looked at it and thought, "if I bend this in half, these could be legs!" and then we used a water bottle for a body, a clear Christmas ornament for his head, wrapping paper for his clothes, old buttons for eyes, nose, and mouth, green Easter grass for hair, and then Aaron came up with the brilliant idea that he needed a cape. And that is how "Super Recyclying Man" came to be. He had a "Please Recycle" emblem on his green tissue paper cape, and was clutching an old Starbucks coffee mitt in his green pipe cleaner arms. I was so proud. It's embarrassing.
Is it ridiculous that my smile extended from ear to ear and that I couldn't wait for him to come home from school so that he could tell me how the teacher liked it? I'm telling you, I think something is missing from my life!! :) I was like a starved animal.
I would show you a picture, but the teacher liked it so much SHE KEPT IT! She gave
Please tell me I am not the only creatively-starved parent out there, reveling in the praise of their child's first grade teacher. Or am I?