While moms of school-age kids are ready for summer to be over so they can put their kids on the school bus, I'm ready for it to be over just because I can't take this weather anymore. I seem to have birthed a child who is a complete miniature version of myself. We get hot. And red. And sweaty. And this is after like 5 minutes in the sun. The difference between us however, is that Gabe is perfectly happy to keep running around outside with flushed cheeks and matted hair. Water? Who needs water? We're here to play, not hydrate mom! Meanwhile, I'm trying to stand perfectly still in the one spot of shade, while chugging the H2O, mood inevitably ruined by the first drop of sweat going down my back.
So what I'm trying to say is that we have to spend a lot of waking hours in the A/C these days . And what do you do while trying to entertain a two year old boy? You hit balls, that's what you do.
Don your protective eyewear. Upside down of course.
glasses c/o Mr Potato Head
Today's game of choice is kicking the red ball. And much to his father's dismay, he's actually got the makings of a soccer player.
Woops, he spotted me pulling out the camera. NOT HAPPY. He kept yelling pocket!!! He saw me put my lens cap in my pocket so I guess he knew that lens cap on = no paparazzi.
What gives Ma?
So I apologized and put my camera away and kicked the red ball for what seemed like hours. Then we switched to the orange ball. Rinse, repeat. At one point, I sat down on the ottoman and he ordered me up. Mama! Up! Play! And once again, I listen. I'm up, running around in circles, playing "race". Gabe yells, "Set! Go!" and we're off, doing laps around the house. I eye the couch longingly as we make our way through the living room but my tiny bossman won't allow it. Only after 10 - 15 laps are we allowed a respite. We pause at the freezer where he picks out a freeze pop by color. Then it's back to whatever he wants to do. I'm still baffled how an almost two year old runs my life. Don't get me wrong, I mostly love it, but man, he's kind of a (sweet, huggable) tyrant.