Yesterday I learned a valuable lesson from my son.
He has been grouchy beyond reason lately. I blame the toddler bed.
Yesterday morning he woke up around 7:00. By nine o'clock his tantrums had escalated and were nearly un-manageable. I was going to attempt a nap time for him around ten, but he surprised me.
"Night night Mommy." I heard while I was washing the dishes. I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with a binki in his mouth, his bear held tight against his chest, and his eyes drooping. I rejoiced. A nine oclock bedtime is something he hadn't wanted in nearly a year.
We went into his room, I hugged him and tucked him in, and then left him there. He slept until 11:30! Oh happiness. I was able to get a lot done during that time.
At noon we left the comfortably cool house and entered the heat zone. Keith in his stroller, and me behind him, pushing the Beast. We walked for what seemed like hours. When we arrived at our destination I looked much like a sweating lobster. On our walk Keith pointed out some rather beautiful things. I really wanted to get a picture of the raspberry bush, but it was at the end of the walk and I just didn't have the energy to bend down and pull out my camera again. But the leaves from the beginning of the walk were divine.
As my cousin Ja Nae and I were catching up, Keith was quietly playing. (Quietly playing is an euphemism for making a wreck of the cafe, terrorizing the other patrons and in general wreaking havoc all around... as all toddlers do.) After a little while we noticed he was playing with his Semi truck that he had brought with him. He had tired of driving the truck into the food and all over the table, window, and booth. He was finally doing something quiet which is what attracted us. He had disconnected the trailer from the cab of his semi and was making slurping sounds. I asked him what he was doing, and he looked up, smiled, and said "kissing! Cars kissing!" We all laughed, and he continued to make his car kiss.
Later last night he was playing with his miniature police men when he got quiet again. Jeffrey noticed first and asked him what he was doing.
"Hugging! They are hugging."
And he continued to let them hug for a little while. Jeffrey was not happy about that.
"They are not hugging! They fight crime together. They do not hug."
Keith responded with "Hugging!"
What a loving little boy I have! He even likes to have his toys be nice to each other and to give kisses and hugs.
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