I wouldn't dare call myself a nature girl. In almost all cases I'd prefer concrete to woodlands. But today we're at my Mom's place awaiting installation of play equipment and we've been taking full advantage of the great outdoors. Noah stomped around in the leaves as we explored the property and down the long driveway, and then walked repeatedly in circles down the ramp, over the path, up the steps on to the deck and down the ramp again. When he threw his juice cup down the ramp I damn near shouted "Eureka!" Instead I said "Let's go get your cars." We spent the next hour pushing the cars down the ramp and exclaiming "CRASH!" when they got to the bottom. It was just so nice to be sitting outside on a warm sunny day and playing. I called Mark to tell him we really need to get our back "yard" sorted out. Once we get it swept up and a bit more play-ready Noah and I could sit out there and play cars for hours, or even just draw at the picnic table. We go to the park almost daily now, but it'll be great to be able to pop out of doors for a little while without all the preparation. And it's a real boost to be outside in the sunshine. I'm always amazed at how much the weather effects my mood.
So another weekend passed us by. Saturday was shopping, shopping and more shopping. We're still getting ready for our trip. It's forcing us to be completely wardrobe ready for summer way before it even gets here. I had a complete meltdown in the Target. My mood started because Noah was cranky because we DARED strap him in a cart that was STILL. He's fine as long there is constant motion, but don't you even think about pausing to consider your purchase options - grab something and keep trucking. But the explosion happened when Mark's shoes disappeared. He'd taken off a ragged pair of black and brown leather Skechers to try on two pairs of brown sneakers. He walked around the corner with one pair on to show me and while he was away from his shoes the Target employee put Mark's shoes in the box and put them on the shelf. A little dumb, right? But not too catastrophic unless the said employee is also not quite right in the head. Though he shelved those shoes MOMENTS ago he could not locate them on the shelf. And he was SO flustered and confused he just kept telling us repeatedly that it was his job to put the shoes away. The three of us then spent a good ten minutes looking for the shoes unsucessfully - us repeatedly describing them and him saying things like "Our Skechers are over here" despite the fact that Target doesn't sell Skechers - and then I flipped out on the guy and in a fairly hostile manner told him to call management to come and look because the whole situation was RIDICULOUS and I can't stand around with a 17 month old in a cart ALL DAMN DAY. Ahem. Anyway - soon there were like 5 Target folk standing around all asking what was going on and then it took the manager all of five seconds to locate the shoes which had been shelved at the bottom rather than at the top where all the size 12 boxes belong. But, aside from that we got some shopping done and all was well.
Since it was past our dinner time we had to make a stop in the Chik-fil-a for dinner. Aside from a mall food court, I had never been in a Chik-fil-a. All I know of them is that they are run by super
Christians, not open on Sundays, and have that sadistic ad campaign where cows tell you to eat chicken. Let me tell you, I LOVE that sadistic super Christian Chik-fil-a. It was clean, courteous, healthier, and tastier. AND it had an amazing looking Little Tykes play zone for the kids. We didn't use it while we were there because Noah was in a wet diaper and in need of going home, but I will undoubtedly be headed there on a rainy day in the near future. AMEN.
Sunday was a treat. Mark and Noah spent some quality bonding time while I slept in a bit (to make up for another poor night) and in the afternoon we spent some time in the park as a family, enjoying the scrumptious weather.
Yesterday Noah and I headed out to Qtown to spend some time visiting with Oma and Pa-Jo. We played with the boy, had a nice dinner and took an adventurous walk around the development. Then we spent the night at my Mom's place so we could be here for the possible early delivery of that play equipment - which is still not here despite it being almost 3 pm. Have I mentioned feeling downright energetic? No? I do! Noah slept ALL NIGHT LONG. And it's the second time he did that at Mom's place. It makes me wonder is it that the room is darker, warmer, quieter? Is it the bumpers? WHAT IS IT? If I can't replicate it at my house I might have to move back in. And then I'd miss all my lovely city concrete.