Nothing notable or exciting in this post, just what we've been up to this weekend. Friday night we had a gaggle of kids over - reminding me why I opted to stop at 2 rather than say.... 5. The therapist canceled at the last minute, which left Allison without plans and inviting over her friend Isabella while Jacob played with his friends Brett and Tyson. The boys (proving that the I-have-more-toys-than-you-have tendency may begin early) had a long conversation where each one-upped the other with the number of TV's in their house. Jacob had to stick to the number 3 because (a) he threw it out there first and (b) it would have been possible to go around the house and count them. I don't know if he would have stuck to the truth otherwise - I'd like to think so, but kindof doubt it at this age. I believe the others claimed 8 and 12. This occurred after a long escalating discussion.
Saturday morning included a trip to the YMCA - which is an absolute zoo on Saturdays. It's as close as I come to imagining living in Bombay or Shanghai. Jacob had a near melt-down because "we" forgot his water bottle. He managed to work through it (more-or-less) and had an OK game. He's got a good kick, but still lacks any aggression/desire to get to the ball first. "Oh, you want that ball.... sure, I'll just stand right here." I don't think soccer will be he long-term passion (not just for that reason). That's OK.
Saturday afternoon we had a full-blown meltdown from Jacob because he didn't want to change his clothes and missed going to the library and almost missed getting to pick out a present for his friend's birthday party. He's going through (what I hope is) a phase related to gaining independence but not quite being there yet. Each day seems to sway between "help me!!!" and "I want to do it!" Seriously, I thought this phase came and went at aged 3. Little did I know we would play out this scenario over and over as the kids grew up. It's the topics that change: "Why can't I go to a sleepover party even though you have no idea who this girl is?" "I want to stay up as late as you!" "Why can't I make my own dinner?" Ack - because Nutella is not a food group, that's why!
Saturday night we went out to dinner and a comedy show with some colleagues from school. It was fun, but we returned home to a little girl with a "really, really sore cheek!" Molars? That's my guess. One girl in bed with Mom and Dad. One accident in bed with Mom and Dad. One meltdown out of bed with Mom and Dad. We should clearly have had more to drink before coming home - or stayed out later.
Today has been pretty low key. Jacob went to a birthday party, played some video games, played outside while the snow is still here (50 degrees in a few days!), and finished his homework. Allison prepared a dessert to make, shopped for all the ingredients at the store, and cooked in the afternoon - sprinkled in with a few games and TV shows. They got to watch "The Fresh Beat Band" which is the TV show associated with the CD currently playing in the van. Now, it's time for baths and getting ready to start the week. We'll hopefully get to taste Allison's dessert (a graveyard-themed cookie/whipped cream concoction - Halloween is only like 8 months away, you know).
And tomorrow begins a new week.
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