Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Meatballs & Beer
Poor poser Kitty.
That left me with both kids for more than ten minutes for the very first time. Alone. And I did it all without crying. Thanks to beer. Lots of beer.
Finn had a stellar day, laying waste to every playroom and lego set in the Tri-State area. Mostly our playroom and our lego set, but who's counting as they're cleaning it all up? Certainly not me. I was too busy watching my son have a blast with his friends, hanging out with my new daughter as she adorably slept in the Bjorn, eating meatballs with my buddy at the meatball-making/eating contest at the coffee shop across the street and drinking beer. Lots of beer.
After all of this awesomeness, and after I put Edie to sleep in relatively painless fashion, I crawled into Finn's bed with him to bask in the gloriousness of all of the fun we had had. After pointing out that a Sunday with three distinct play dates, capped off by meatballs, sugar cookies and hot chocolate may well qualify as one of his best days ever, we high-fived right as Mommy came home and upstairs to his room.
Smiling, Finn looked over my shoulder at Mommy to tell her about what a great day we had. Only he didn't tell her that. Instead, he asked, "Mommy, do you want to get into my bed?" Followed by - when Mommy nodded her head - "OK, Daddy, get out."
Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. Perhaps I'll have more luck with Edie.
And if not, at least I still have beer.