Friday evenings are wonderful. They remind me that the week is done and I have at least two whole days with just me and my boys (yes, I include Hubby with that). Plus, when by Wednesday they kids are refusung to open the door for the extra children and are beggingfor it to be "just us", the week starts to seem long, no matter how much I enjoy the life the other children bring.
Today, there were no afternoon naps for my kids. Boy2 had one at 9:30 this morning and slept for just over an hour, and the Boy was just too wound up and I didn't have the energy to push. So, by the time the extras went home, we decided to go out.
Fast food (while terribly unhealthy for us) was the choice. We did drive thru, then went to the river for a much delayed picnic. Neither child ate much, the toy was too alluring, as was the park. After, we walked (opposite direction of the park). We met puppies, ran on the grass, crossed a bridge, and sat on benches. I really don't know where the Boy gets his energy. He just kept going and going and going! Boy2 did his best to keep up, and actually did a decent jobe of it too. He would not let go of his little dragon toy, his sunglasses, or his hat. He would not be carried, piggybacked, or shouldered. Determination, thy name is toddler.
We convinced them that returning to the van would be a good idea, then the fight started for control. The Boy knows that the van means home and bed, so he just kept finding things to see if he could get the outing extended. Daddy picked him up and carried him the last little bit. When we got home, the Boy informed us that he wanted a red bath (a friend gave Boy2 bath tints for his b-day). We had already used up the last one, so he decided on a bubble bath. We did bubbles last night and I can't let him have one two nights in a row. Hubby suggested using my bath beads. The kids thought that it was a fantastic idea, so I let each one put in two bath beads.
Wow! I'd never seen water bead off of their skin quite like that! When they squished the beads, the Boy started calling them tadpoles and "helped" them swim. Then they were just doing their regular bathtime playing (spashing, being fish, pouring water over themselves and each other while trying to convice Daddy to join in). When the Boy got out, there was no fuss. But has anyone ever tried to haul out a greasy toddler who absolutely refuses to leave the bathtub? Then, as soon as he was out, he needed his dragon. With dragon in hand he proceeded to assist him in giving me kisses. Who knew that dragons love to kiss mommies?
Bedtime was a joke, since both kids were absolutely and utterly exhausted. Their dragons are on the change mat, watching them sleep. They smell slightly perfumed, are lightly greased, and thoroughly loved to pieces by their parents. Now for two whole days of just us.
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