Somehow I survived a weekend of solo parenting. Ryan, on the other hand, enjoyed a (much deserved) boy’s trip celebrating our good friend’s bachelor party festivities. Hudson who had just woken from his nap and could barely keep his eyes open lunged right for his papa the moment he walked through the door. Ry dropped his luggage from both hands, and they sat like this just long enough for my heart to explode.
My competitive streak really comes out when playing games, but I tried to keep it in check since most of the ping pong balls missed the table thanks to Hudson … and myself, let’s be real.
We worked up an appetite, but since I already had dinner ready at home, we just grabbed a happy hour plate of crispy prosciutto deviled eggs. Hudson calls them “goubled eggs,” and they are the best in town. For only $2.50!
Followed up by foosball and life-sized jenga, we had a ball. (Ha. I just can’t help the puns.)
For a moment before it began to rain this evening, Ryan and my brother took Hudson outside to play on the swings. I slid a tray of chicken wings into the oven for dinner, and stood staring at a pile of library books, pipe cleaners twisted into the shapes of birds and balloons, and a high chair coated with oats from breakfast. I inhaled big – like when Hudson pretends to smell a bouquet of artificial flowers, because I just wanted to suck the moment in. We are trying to get pregnant again. With Hudson, it happened before I could blink, but this time I am antsy. And so ready. We started taking foster classes a couple of months ago when we both suddenly realized that what we really wanted was another of our own. Fostering is still in the long term plan, because Lord knows there are enough babies without homes already, but for right now in this season of anticipation, I’m trying hard to savor the present. In all of it’s pillow fort, sword-fighting, dried oatmeal glory.
Between football watching and pumpkin spotting (yay Trader Joe’s!), we got tricked into thinking it was fall this weekend. We headed to the farmers’ market downtown to pick out fruits and and veggies, but with the 100-degree-temps, we didn’t last long. We grabbed a strawberry lemonade from Main Squeeze, then called it quits and ran for cover in the air conditioned MacAlpine’s Soda Fountain. Ryan had a root beer float, and Hudson tried his first Fluffer Nutter sandwich, which is about the cutest thing you could ask a three-year-old boy to say. A few photos we snapped throughout the day:
(We maybe got a little desperate for air-conditioned entertainment!)
For Hudson, few things trump a morning sword fight. After a quick breakfast, he picked up his map pointer stick and formally challenged me to a duel.
I grabbed a nearby yardstick, until he politely but firmly explained, “That is just for measuring things!” and instead climbed into his closet and emerged with a pirate sword from last year’s Halloween costume – obviously a far more appropriate choice.
After a pretty relentless battle, I was struck in the side. It didn’t look good for a while, but I came to, and we joined forces against the mean balloon pirate, which we made by drawing a face with an eye patch onto a balloon.
After a moment of valiant sword fighting, Hudson paused and pulled the balloon down to his level for a man to man chat. In his most fatherly tone, he told Balloon Pirate that he, “really shouldn’t look so mean, because that’s really not so nice and that’s not how we should look at our friends.” Midway into his lecture, he began wiping Balloon Pirate’s angry mouth away.
And before long B.P. underwent a makeover. Now, he has a much friendlier outlook! Man do I love the way this boy’s mind works. 🙂