Yesterday, it was decided that we had to pull the grass that’s growing though the rocks in the front yard. If we wait too long, somebody in the neighborhood calls the fire department and reports us (actually everybody) for having a fire hazard-y (read: ugly) yard.
Kiddopants helped by bringing his trusty tractor.
It was actually handy because we filled the back with grass and whatnot and dumped it into the trash, rather than having to pile things up and then reach up from where we were kneeling to put it into the bin. Plus this way Kiddopants got to help pile things in AND dump it. His newest favorite thing is to “DUMP IT?!” like a dump truck. He tries to dump everything.
And here’s a distraction full of cuteness. Slightly out of focus cuteness, but I’m getting used to the new camera we got. Have to mess with the settings some.
He’s getting so handsome! I mean, he’s already 100% handsome but he keeps growing into himself more.
Hey little man.
That was yesterday. Today he and I were supposed to go to our Resolve meeting but I had a bit of a hormonal breakdown right before.
I had been telling him all day we could go to the duck park and feed the ducks. I even had the ends of our bread saved from the last few loaves so we could bring a small bag to feed them with. And I was excited, because I love showing him new things and he loves parks.
We get to the park, and it’s cold outside. I figure it’ll only take a few minutes to feed the ravenous beasts all six pieces of bread we had in the bag, so I don’t worry about it being cold. We’re attacked by ducks before we even hit the grassy area; I fend off the flying monsters and hand Ari a torn off strip of bread for the nearest duck that’s gotten past my defenses.
That’s when Security pulls up and calls out that we’re not allowed to feed the animals anymore. I stammer out an apology and put the bread away. Apparently there’s a note from the city inside the park somewhere that says we’re not allowed to.
… What’s the point of having ducks and geese at a park if the kids can’t feed them?
I put the bread back in the car, trying so hard not to cry. I fail at not crying but I manage to wipe the tears away before we hit the playground area. I try to show Kiddopants the slide but it’s cold out and he’s shivering (and he NEVER gets cold, let me tell you; that kid’s a polar bear) and my tears are making everything blurry and my cheeks are cold so we just go back to the car. Where I cry some more.
Stupid park.
Kiddopants eats the bread happily in the backseat, asking every so often, “Feed duckies?” Broken heart inside my chest – check.
Then we go to the post office and I pay for my Priority Mail postage. It’s not 5pm yet (nearly so, however), but when I try to have Kiddopants open the package dropoff box thing, it’s locked. Then my small Priority Mail box won’t fit in the regular mail receptacle. I’m sad and angry. I cry in my car more before we hit up another post office that’s open later.
People drive like jerks and almost hit me twice. Now I’m even more angry and sad. I wanted to do something special with Kiddopants today since I have to work tomorrow and because the stupid duck park didn’t work out. I cry and send messages to twitter, feeling pathetic and hormonal. Finally I decide that Kiddopants and I are going out to dinner. We go to IHOP and I see that kids eat free until 10pm. Cool.
After eating all the bread, Kiddopants doesn’t have much of an appetite, but he shares my sundae that I order (after my waffle, of course). People comment on my pregnant belly and I smile or nod. Kiddopants wins hearts and makes ovaries ache as we pay and walk out.
Then there’s bath time and bedtime. He’s wearing his Optimus Prime jammies tonight, and if you ask him who’s on his jammies, he’ll say, “OP-IH-MUSS PIME!”
Picture of his owie that we put a bandaid over.
Love my kid so much.
Bonus picture of my belly:
Going to bed.
