We had a bit of a play date this morning, because sometimes a mama needs to step beyond conversations solely with a two-year-old and talk to real grown-ups.
Also, we usually have a need for strong coffee. Or chai tea filled with half-and-half and Bailey’s Irish Cream.
(Oh, people; I kid. I never put the alcohol in the chai tea before lunchtime.)
There was plenty of chatting and sipping of the hot beverages today, and I think Thing 2 only went to time-out four times for smacking someone. It’s just that Thing 2 likes to be the leader of this little gang, but his opposition is two little girls who tend to boss him around. Sometimes a man has a need to stand up and say, “I WILL NOT hold the baby doll you brought, no matter how many times you ask me to be your husband and rock the kid to sleep,” as he grabs a rubber ball and throws a really sweet curve right into someone’s head.
(For the record, Thing 2 reminded me that his pitch WAS JUST A CURVE BALL, MA! IT WASN’T A FASTBALL! CURVE BALLS DON’T HURT LIKE FASTBALLS DO! IT COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH WORSE, MA!!!)
Cousin H came over, looking like Spring had just exploded all over her outfit, and I loved it! When you just have boys living in your house, you never get to dress someone in dayglow orange dresses and hair ribbons.
Even though the girls wanted to play house… and they wanted Thing 2 to be the dad and GET A JOB ALREADY OR ROCK THE BABY TO SLEEP, BUT DON’T JUST SIT THERE… Thing 2 insisted that the group play with the cars.
And then he said, “Listen, H! Please don’t touch the semi truck. You know nothing about putting chains on these tires in the winter, or parallel parking it when you have to, or hauling transcontinental loads in record time. RELEASE MY TRUCK!”
Of course we had a group photo, because group photos of kids make me happy.
This is the outtake, where Thing 2 refused to put the giant magnifying glass down for the snapshot, and where Cousin H raised her eyes heavenward and sighed, “WHO is this boy, and WHY is he in my family tree?!”
I don’t know that H and Addie were all that impressed.
I’m pretty sure Cousin H said, “This is my PRETEND I’M LISTENING TO HIM face.”
And then we had a little movie break, because sometimes grownups just need fifteen minutes of quiet during Coffee Hour.
I can’t even make that sound interesting. Just know that when a cracker goes through the dryer, it doesn’t remain in one piece. And then give thanks that it wasn’t a Crayon.
Oh, wait! MAYBE… JUST MAYBE… we did have some excitement, because we went to Thing 2’s little buddy’s birthday party tonight. Thing 2 jumped into their irrigation ditch, just as we were leaving. Thing 2 discovered that there was, quite suddenly, cold water up to his chest. So there was THAT highlight of the day, which made me need an extra nerve pill.
Y’all have a happy weekend.