Saturday night was date night… but not for us. I stayed with
Quinn’s little girlfriend
while her mommy and daddy went a date, and Hubs stayed home and put Q to bed. Last
month, my dear friend babysat Quinn while Hubs and I went out for our anniversary, and so I gladly reciprocated.
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| Cute and muddy |
It’s a fabulous arrangement that I hope will continue, taking
turns babysitting and having date nights out, repaying each other in wine and
returned favors. It’s such a comfort to have friends we love and trust and whom Quinn adores.
The rain poured down that night, leaving behind a sunny and soggy
Sunday morning. Quinn and I seized the opportunity to jump in puddles at the park
and give his new rain boots a workout. Q splashed and sloshed, hopped and
stomped, laughing his head off the whole time. He streaked through one deep
puddle a little too fast, and he tripped– landing face first in the murky
water.
Q sputtered and spit as I helped him to his feet. I braced
myself for the scream, ready to console him. But then he looked up at me with a
gleeful, muddy grin and a new little bruise forming on his forehead, and I
smiled back at him. This kid is all boy.
The morning chill plus a soaking wet toddler cut our park
trip a little short. We walked home, and I put Q in a warm bath. Once he was
clean and dry, he took off down the hallway in his birthday suit, as he often
does after a bath. I went into his room to get his clothes and called out to
him.
“Hide,” Q called back. That’s his new favorite thing to do,
hide. Sometimes he just covers his eyes with his hands, and sometimes he finds
an actual hiding spot. In this case, Quinn “hid” in hallway outside his room.
When I came out to “find” him, he slipped in some liquid on the floor. Where did that come from?
After checking him over for additional bruises, I brought him into his room to clean him up and get him dressed. “Did
you go pee-pee on the floor?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” Q replied honestly and pointed to his nether
regions. “Nenis,” he said, and I tried not to laugh.
Um, so… my son said “penis.”
Which was after he peed on floor and slipped and fell in it.
Which was after he slipped and fell in a giant mud puddle
and bruised on his forehead.
This kid is all boy.
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| At the park watching a huge flat-bed truck whose driver just took TWO smaller trucks off of the trailer. Toddler boy mind explosion! |
