On the flip side, there are lots of things that don’t come quite so easily – most notably giving them the individual attention that they so love and deserve.
So we came up with a plan. Each boy gets one night per month of pure 1-on-1 time. They get to pick what we do and who goes with them, and for the past 2 months I’ve been the lucky recipient of Cole’s night out.
Up first was a trip to Chick-Fil-A and the park. Just committing to hanging with him at the park (when I would usually be “watching” from afar while I checked email from a bench) made him light up. We chased each other, played hide & seek, and he even got me to slide down the fireman’s pole. All together it was a great time and at the end he declared, “This has been the best night of my life.”
This past weekend we went to the Phillies game together. Despite the fact that we were in the second to last row (hey, at least it wasn’t the last row) and the Phils lost miserably, Cole was just happy to have me all to himself (and to eat the gigantic helmet of ice cream I bought him).
Speaking of which, we had this convo on the way home which I wanted to document for posterity:
Cole: Is white a color in the rainbow?
Me: No.
Cole: Then why were there white sprinkles mixed into the rainbow sprinkles?
Me: *palm slap to forehead*
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| Smiling with a mouth full of Cracker Jacks |
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| My vision for the pic of Cole with the field in the background didn't work out as planned. He kept saying, "Mommy it feels like my neck is getting all twisted up." He's yet to learn we sometimes need to suffer for our art. |
I’m hoping we keep up with this…more importantly I’m hoping Ry picks Dad for the roller skating adventure he’s been talking about…
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