Oops, I failed at the whole posting-every-day business. Life kind of intruded this weekend. I do regret that I didn’t manage to do it, but it’s pointless in the long run. At least it got me posting something more regularly again, right?
The most interesting part of the weekend was yesterday when I went to look for clothes for PJ to wear. We got a pretty strong cold front on Friday, so I finally pulled out our long-sleeved clothes. PJ has been wearing pants to school every day, even when he could probably do shorts just fine, and yesterday was laundry day. He had one pair of pants left, and I was pretty sure they were too big.
Sure enough, PJ walked around all day holding up his pants with one hand. (He kept telling me to “fixa da pants, pants bwoken.”) I took quick stock of how many long-sleeved shirts he had and all of BabyN’s cool weather clothes and declared we needed to make a trip to Babies R Us (the ABC store, as PJ calls it).
The way the timing worked out, though, BabyN was down for a nap when the rest of us were ready to go. M and I shrugged, and I loaded up PJ to go with me while M stayed home with BabyN. Normally if that had happened when we were about to run an errand, I would be the one to stay home while M took care of business, but he’s not so confident about buying clothes for the boys.
So PJ and I had a “date.” I don’t know that I’ve been out alone with him since before BabyN was born. It was really fun, and much easier than dealing with both of them at the same time. He seemed to thrive off the special attention as well and didn’t throw any tantrums until naptime (and that wasn’t because he had to take a nap). It made the whole day with him go a little easier. I’m hoping we can find more opportunities for either one of us to spend alone time with him if something that simple can make such a difference.
M seemed to enjoy the quiet time at home, too. BabyN was still sleeping when we got home, so he had had that whole time to just chill. He rarely ever gets time at home alone, so I’m glad he got that time too.
And the best part is that now I get to dress the boys in brand new, adorable clothes for the next few days. Sometimes I wish we were made of money so that they always had new clothes to wear. Yes, I like the feel of new clothes that much.