Putting Things Together
Wednesday, May 23, 2012 at 9:37PM Don't get all excited. I'm not putting things together in an existentially meaningful, philosophical way. I haven't come up with any revelations that are life-changing or newsworthy.
Here is what has been going on around here...a little building. Years ago, we bought Michaela a new desk and small cabinet-type drawer-cart thingy. Mike put the desk together shortly after we bought it, but the cabinet remained in the box for at least two years. We are awesome like that. Just the other day, I thought,"We've got to make that! It's taking up space in her closet!" So, one morning we got her room all cleaned up and then dragged the box out of the closet. She was very happy.
She opened the box and took out all the parts and pieces, she sorted them out, and we found the drill (and its accessories). It was just like Phineas and Ferb, except we didn't blow anything up or use fire or make a roller coaster, and there were no platypuses around.
This girl is perfectly comfortable with power tools. And figuring out how things go together.
She was careful and methodical, but she still had fun.
There is that period of time during childhood when work doesn't seem like work. That's a little glimpse of heaven, I think.
Eliana wanted to help very badly. She was pretty good about waiting for her turn.
She and Michaela were a good team.
Michaela is, for the most part, a very patient big sister.
She explains the way to do things, and helps Eliana see that there are many ways to be helpful.
Eliana did her part, and then made sure that Michaela was doing hers.
We were just about done when Christian got home from school.
He helped a little, and he also entertained Eliana.
You know, the hands in the knee-pit kind of entertainment.
That will always get a laugh, I'm afraid.
Finally, the project was finished, only a few tears had been shed, and no one had gotten hammered (by the hammer, I mean...but no one needed a drink, either).
My only concern in the end was the existence of holes that have no purpose. Why? Why is there a hole there? This is a question that I will come back to many times. It's disconcerting.
You might think that I took a picture of the final product. But that would mean that I was good at putting things together. Around here, that's what the kids are for.
Reader Comments (1)
What impressed me the most is that you stood back and let them do it. I wouldn't have been able to to that. I would have had to interfere and offer "help" and generally irritate my workers until I ended up doing it myself. I admire you!