Today felt a lot like yesterday…at least after picking up Nathan. He again jumped on the trampoline and played in the yard with Craig. With such a nice day before us, I couldn’t resist taking Nathan to the park again. He had a great time…even found a friend who he followed around most of the time. It was a little boy, about 4 years old, who seemed to love having Nathan around. It appears our boy likes the company of older kids. Probably because they “mother” him.
Before that, I taught school half a day (getting stressed out by my 4th period class, as usual) and then had my doctor’s appointment…still managing to be “cool as a cucumber.” (My blood pressure was something like 100 over 62.) My 3rd ultrasound is scheduled for next Tuesday. I’ve gotten many more opportunities to see this little guy than I ever had with Nathan!
I conked out early last night, so the housework is still looming over me. Mark’s finally getting home tomorrow. He’s already informed me that he has reports to write so it looks like no break for momma.
Pretty uneventful day…I did figure out what the “ite” is that Nathan yells at me when he is mad. It means bite. I know this because Nathan would yell it to me in the car on our way home and then pretend bite his hand. The roles have reversed, and now Nathan is the biter. This will be a fun one to break!
Today’s highlights: Playing with Nathan at the park; seeing him enjoy his bath…he has green foamy soap that he was having a good old time playing with during his bath; trying to teach Nathan his colors with jelly beans–he wants all of them to be yellow; getting to shop by myself for a little while after my doctor’s appointment; playing playdough with Nathan for the first time and he didn’t even try to eat it
And the not so pretty: Swatting Nathan for trying to bite Craig (again!)–Craig tried to take a ball from Nathan and out came the chompers!; Nathan spilling a half a can of Pringles down the side of the couch; Finding out that Nathan ruined Caryn’s CD player–yesterday he put Kent’s toothbrush in the toilet. He’s definitely not going to be the favorite cousin