We had a wonderful playdate afternoon with lots of good friends. There was sprinkler magic, watermelon, wagon rides, army men, dinosaurs, a giant lizard and whale, bikes, a surprise visit from Evie, snake tunnel fun, smores (in the middle of the afternoon!) and a giant bonfire (also in the middle of the afternoon)!
As the afternoon came to a close, Shaka hollered out to her kids that it was time to get in the van. Well, Hugo was the first one to jump inside. He planted himself in a seat and was not coming out. Finally he was passed though a window to me, kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs. The kids all asked their Mother if Hugo could come home with them. Shaka said "Sure, okay". Then the boys made Hugo's year and asked if he could stay the night! Again, trooper that she is, Shaka said "Sure, okay". So, with that settled (not the sleeping over part), Hugo jumped into his repositioned car seat and never looked back. I watched them leave all the way down the drive and out. Then it hit me - I had been ditched! Ditched by my own 2yr old! He isn't even 2 1/2 until October and he is already happily ditching his Mother. I suppose it's good news, but it also makes me kinda sad.
A few hours later, when I pulled the car into their driveway, two things happened... A. my son yelled out, "Hide!" and ran to the backyard as quick as his two feet would carry him and B. the boys rode their bikes up to me and said what a bummer it was that I turned up because everyone wanted a sleepover with Hugo. I have never thought of myself as a party pooper. More like, the party goer, the party thrower, the party wont go homer! Ms Party Pooper is a new one for me. Will someone please send me my Ms Party Pooper crown in the mail soon, maybe a rush order even, because I have a feeling I'll be needing it often and soon!
The End!
3 comments:
Does that last picture mean "Ali"gator? Hee. I am starting to realize that mother might mean the person who has to say no.no.no.no.no. Hugo probably hurt your feelings, but it is a very good sign when he feels so independent, and doesn't need his mama around. That is another cute story.
yes, you were the party pooper that night! just kidding. the kids were bummed though! you'll have to find a good reason to leave him sometime!
you did make the boys day with the bonfire!
In a few years you won't be able to talk anyone into "borrowing hIm" for even a few hours...say nothing about overnight. So all I can say is soak every minute of it up, be the best Mama you can and enjoy the few, the actual very few...quiet moments that slip in here and there. Mom lesson #26
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