Thursday, August 9, 2007

Not much to tell and yet I go on and on ...

I haven't had much to post about in the last week, plus I've been working late or dealing with R's sleep issues at night. (I did have one glorious night on Monday, though - on Tuesday morning, anyone who asked me how I was doing heard in reply, "Great! I got 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep in my OWN bed!")

Last weekend was SO much fun. On Saturday afternoon, we took my friend Alicia out for her 35th birthday. We went to Kimball Farm, where we played a round of mini-golf (note: 3-year-old energetic boys are not ready for 18 holes of mini-golf), took a fabulous ride on the bumper boats (I got SOAKED! I got pinned under the waterfall for at least 5 minutes, which felt great since it was in the 90s that day), and had the most enormous "small" ice creams I've ever seen. Then, we went to Alicia & Art's house for dinner and relaxing with them and Art's mom. It was a wonderful day.


On Sunday, we drove out to Worcester to take R to the Ecotarium. It's part science museum, part nature trails, part planetarium, part zoo, etc. When we arrived, they were just about to start a planetarium show aimed at the 3-6-year-old crowd, so we tried it out. It was perfect! R has been really interested in learning about the solar system, and the show was basically a visual tour of the planets. He loved it. At one point, when we were flying through the rings of Saturn, I almost started crying at the beauty of this universe that God has created. Later, I found out that A had the same reaction. The rest of the Ecotarium was pretty cool, too. R liked the hands-on exhibits, the polar bear, the train ride (of course!), and watching a turtle rip apart its lunch of some kind of rodent. Blech.


This week, we put R's crib/toddler bed away. I really wanted to do it because it was taking up so much space in R's room now that he has his twin-sized bed. But it made me sad, too. I don't really miss when R was a tiny baby - I always love him best at the age he's at. But when R was born, I really thought we would end up using the crib again for another baby. And that's just not likely anymore. And, even though I'm 95% okay with that, it still makes me sad.


Today was another one of my days off from work so I could be with R. I decided to just hang out with him at home because we hardly ever do that, and I think it's important for him to think of home as more than just a place to sleep and eat. We made cookies, played in the pool, read stories, played with play foam, and danced and played instruments to old reggae and ska tunes. I was proud of R because he did a lot of playing and making up stories by himself - without needing me to entertain him constantly. I actually got to do the dishes and throw in some laundry! Later, though, when I was trying to get him to take a little nap, R said to me, "Mommy, I need some friends to play with!" I'm pretty sure he was just saying that because he didn't want to lay down, but I still felt badly. I'm such a homebody and am fine hanging out by myself (and actually NEED to do it sometimes), but R definitely isn't. He loves being with his friends at school three days a week, and on weekends, we always get together with at least one of his playmates. So I figured a day just hanging out with his mom would be okay. But apparently, I'm boring. :-) So we headed to a nearby playground to scrounge up some friends. When we got there, though, R wasn't too thrilled about sharing the playground with anyone else. Oh well! [R asked me to take this picture of him - he insisted that I take it of him from the back.]


One great side effect of my spending these days with him every other week has been R's new appreciation for his daddy. I was hoping this would happen, but I wasn't entirely confident that it would. Before, if I was around, R would completely ignore A or even tell him to go away. R wanted me to do EVERYTHING for him, and he didn't want A to do anything. Tonight, R asked A if it was A's turn to do bedtime and stories. When A told him it was, R yelled, "Yaaaayyyyy!" and ran into A's arms for a huge hug. Hallelujah! I mean, I love that my son is in love with me, but it's nice to share the spotlight once in awhile.

5 comments:

shaun said...

He should be in love with you. Apparently , moms are just superior to dads when it comes to little boys . I guess I am OK with that. It is nice to have one of mine want me over mom , but it's rare around here . I would pic her too I think . :)

Kansas Bob said...

Big boy beds - brings back sweet memories :)

Wanda said...

Oh Kristen: What sweet pictures and stories. I remember when the cribs came down and the "big" kids beds went up....I had to sleep in the big bed with them a few times until they got used to it. good memories.

Wanda said...

Kristen: By the way, my husband says were to old to adopt...we'll just send you some English Toffee for Christmas!! ((wink, smile)

LEstes65 said...

I can't believe R's room! I haven't seen it since he was very wee. Gorgeous wall color - you need to get down here to help me pick colors for my house!!! Love his room!