The Things You Forget

Ah, the things you forget.

 

Saturday evening, Christian and I went on a date. Well, “date.” What we actually did was go errand running. But because we went to dinner and had a babysitter and only took one child, it counts as a “date.” Sort of. Of course, I spent half of it in the back seat of the van nursing while Christian ran in and out of Lowe’s and Menard’s, buying weed & feed and returning paint. (Very romantic.)

 

But that’s beside the point. The point is Nicholas. He slept through dinner but spent the time in Wal Mart with his bright eyes roving the world. Lights, toys, Daddy…and me. As we left the store, he caught sight of me walking behind him, and stared fixedly at me all the way back to the van. Another of those shivery, Mommy-is-easily-impressed-these-days moments. 🙂 Because I was a good three feet away from him, and he was able to focus.

 

By the time we got to the mall, where we were shopping for Alex’s birthday present (a bicycle), Nicholas was fed up with his car seat. So I pulled him out and carried him over my shoulder. Almost immediately, he began squirming. First the head, nuzzling my jaw, then my neck, worming its way beneath my chin, his little pillbug body wiggling its way from the vertical to the horizontal. I put him back up on my shoulder three times before I realized what he was doing, and then Christian and I spent the next fifteen minutes laughing as we watched him go on the hunt for food over and over. Finally I gave up and handed him off to Daddy.

 

I would love to write more, but I gave up my writing time today for a meeting about the changing face of early intervention in the state of Missouri. And now I have to run and make dinner. I miss being able to write nice, organized essays, but oh well. For everything in life there is a season, and this is not the season for nice organized essays.

 

But I did get one page (mostly) scrapbooked last night.