Natey and I had one of those days, where despite my best efforts, we spent most of the day playing alone together. We were at our regular park for a very long time this morning (two sun block applications - click here for my favorite safer sunscreens) with only two potential playmates stopping by. Both kids left after five or ten minutes with little to no interaction with Nate. I guess they just didn't have great toddler chemistry, because it was too early in the day for us to be smelly or dirty looking. I finally gave up after an hour and a half. And of course that's when everyone started showing up.
This would be an example of looking dirty
After nap we tried again with the library. They have a really cute little "Family Nook" for small children and their parents. They have a bunch of toys and toddler sized furniture in a space that is fairly easy to contain the children in, making it one of our favorite indoor spots. I thought surely there would be other kids taking a break from the sun, but no. Not a one. There was, however, a cute high school volunteer working on the shelves with whom Nate was totally flirting. It usually makes me cringe to hear people say babies are "flirting," but I really think Nate could have gotten this chick's number if he knew what one was.
After the library, we tried again at a different park. It's strictly for two to five year olds, so Nate can play on any of the equipment without me worrying that he's going to plunge to the ground and break his limbs. Can't trust that kid around big open holes yet. Nice clean park, shady on a hot day...no kids. Not one. But despite the lack of variety in company, we were having a really nice day.
When we got home from park number two, I unlocked the front door while carrying Nate in my arms. This was unusual, because he typically demands to walk everywhere...and I usually don't argue. He's getting heavy. The door sticks in warmer weather and while I struggled to kick in the door, I hammed it up a little for Nate's benefit. When I finally busted in, Nate burst out laughing. (I'm that hilarious when opening doors.) Then he grabbed my face with his hand, old granny style, and planted a big kiss on me. He doesn't tell me that he loves me yet, but I got the message pretty loud and clear.
Nate's been waking up at night again. And if he isn't waking up in the middle of night, he's waking up at the crack of dawn. Dave will go in his room and tell him to go back to sleep (which used to work), but now he will cry for a good deal longer, often prompting one or two more visits from daddy. So before bath tonight I was discussing the Good Nite light and what he should do if he wakes up in the middle of the night. Me: "What should you do if you wake up in the night and the moon is up?" Nate: "Cry." Perfect.
After his bath he told me he wanted to bring in one of the new library books for bedtime. He quickly opted for I Am a Backhoe. Daddy came home just as we were bringing the book back to his room. "DADDY. DADDY! DADDY!! FAY-BURT!" as he thrust the book at Dave who had just barely come in the door. This was the first time he used the word "favorite." I didn't even know he knew what it meant. He is such a little sponge. So apparently this new truck book is his fay-burt. In case we didn't get it the first time he mentioned it, he told us about twenty more times.
There are lots of days where I get tired of entertaining Nate all day. Lots of days where I desperately want a break. Today wasn't one of those days. It just might be one of my fay-burts.
Guess his nose doesn't double as windex
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