We had a busy weekend, with Mr. SJ hosting his fantasy baseball draft on Saturday, and then all the extended family over for dinner on Sunday. I was not sure how the kids (well, G-man) would do with all of the commotion. Happily, he did GREAT. Saturday was a little bit hard for him because he so wanted to go down into the basement where the draft was occurring, but overall he did well with being told no. He very cutely had to go downstairs to say goodbye to one of the guys when it was time to go to bed however, and I did let him do that.
On Sunday one of the cousins brought his dog along with him to let her run around our backyard. I wasn’t there to see it, but apparently when the dog appeared in the backyard, G ran after her yelling in glee “I GOT A DOG!!!!”
G spent almost the entire day on Sunday playing in the backyard with whoever was out there. I saw him at one point pulling his second cousin (6 months older than him) around in his wagon. He loved all the company.
I was also really amused by him when we were eating lunch. He insisted that he needed to eat with “the guys.” All the older boy cousins (junior high/high school age) were out on the porch, and he demanded to go out there too. Fortunately all the guys are nice, and didn’t complain when a little guy joined them.
Baby girl was fairly happy being held by other people, especially one of the great uncles. It was very nice hosting in part because I could still put her down for her naps on her usual schedule. They ended up being really short naps, but still better than what she would have gotten if we’d gone to someone else’s house.
G has recently rediscovered the fun of putting on my shoes and trying to walk in them. He especially likes this one pair of red shoes that I got just before finding out I was pregnant with him. I think he’s worn them more than I have, because they were not especially pregnancy-friendly, or well suited for running after small children. I keep hoping that someday I’ll wear them, but at least he’s getting some fun out of them.
G has also been willing to play by himself in the backyard over the past few weeks. He’d vastly prefer me to be out there with him, but if the only option is to go by himself, he’ll take it. This is a relief to me because allergy season makes it so hard for me to spend any time outside at all. Thanks to the fenced yard, I can sit inside and watch him, and know that he’s not going to wander off.
Well, except for that day when the bungee cord that was securing the gate broke, and I spotted him driving his motorcycle on the driveway, but we’ve got that gate padlocked now, and the key is out of his reach.
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