I took last Friday off since I had to work on Saturday. (It was a long day, 10 plus hours of network configurations. That was the down side of the weekend.) I spent the morning with Mr. Grey and Mrs. TKD at his music class. A music class for 2 year olds is a laugh riot. If you haven’t been to one, you need to go. After music class, Mr. Grey and I went and had lunch with my mom. Mr. Grey and I had a great time seeing Grandma. That night we went over to our friends’ house and had a barbecue on the deck we built together last weekend. Mr. Grey was having a blast playing with their girl’s soccer balls.
It was pretty funny to watch him, cause he really is only 3 times as big as the ball. But he loved playing with it. He hasn’t gotten the concept of kicking rather than throwing the ball, but we’ll work on that.
Fast forward to Sunday.
We got up and went to the Breakfast Shoppe for breakfast. Good stuff as usual. I had the perfect bennie (eggs benedict with spinach and onions!) Then we hit the local Target where we did our normal run with a twist – we took Mr. Grey to the aisle with the soccer balls and asked him to pick one out. He initially picked a red one. I made the mistake of saying that I liked the silver one, after this. He changed his mind. Dad carries a lot of influence. (Honestly, I feel a little bad about it cause he picked the red one first, but at the end of the day the color isn’t going to matter.)
Mr. Grey and I spent most of the day outside yesterday — I kicked the soccer ball, he rolled it on the ground and under the cars in the driveway. Mrs. TKD had a class at the community college, so it was just the boys for the day. We took Mr. Grey to see the pigs at Kinder Farm Park in the afternoon – always a hit.
While we were there, I was holding my son at the playground. The little man was completely happy with big smiles and giggles. The sun was sinking low in the Autumn sky and the breeze was slightly cool. I felt an amazing love for my son well up and as I looked at his amazing blue eyes, thought to myself, “This is what life is all about.”