Day 75: Playdates and Group Meetings

Today Little Buddy slept in until 7 AM!  I'm trying to think of it as an accomplishment instead of what it really is:  a refusal to accept Daylight Savings Time.  The new seven is the old six, so really, he's just consistent.  But I certainly didn't mind the extra hour this morning, though it did slow down our start to the day a bit.  Little Buddy didn't seem to mind as he just spent the morning coloring.

The artist at work.

I did have to stop the coloring fun so that we could get ready to head to a playdate!  Ms. L and her son J hosted everyone over to their house today.  We had a great time with our friends, even though Will peed out of his shorts and had to wear some high water pants (guess I better switch out the extra clothes in the diaper bag to a size he actually wears).  We also got to have some yummy food (thanks again L!)!

Happy Mommies and Babies!

The only odd thing about our visit was right when we got there and Little Buddy did NOT want to let me go.  I tried to set him down but he cried and kept climbing up on me.  I had to sit there for about five minutes with him in my arms, just talking to him, before he felt comfortable enough to go play.  I'm worried that since I was out of town for a couple days last week, he is now scared I am leaving again.  I don't know why he would be so upset, he had a great time with Daddy, but I do know that if this keeps up, dropping him off for school next week will be...interesting, to say the least.

I let Little Buddy play at the party and pushed his nap back, hoping that would cause him to nap at our next destination, which was a group study session for me for school.  It worked!  He slept in his stroller at Ms. R's house for an hour while I worked with my group on our Qualitative Research project.  Once he woke up, though, it was a bit more difficult for me to concentrate since he just wanted to go run around the house and get into things he shouldn't.  Finally, he settled down and just wanted to sit on my lap and watch what was going on.  He was mostly behaved, I guess.  However, he did keep running over to play with Ms. R's trashcan.  Silly boy.  

Our evening consisted of dinner with Daddy, some ball throwing practice, and a bath.  Both my husband and I couldn't help but laugh when Little Buddy leaned over in the tub and started blowing bubbles!  It was pretty cute.  Each time he would blow bubbles, he would then sit back up and laugh and smile.  He makes me so happy.

After bath, it was time for bed.  Unfortunately, he still doesn't want to fall asleep at "new" seven, preferring to chat to his stuffed animals until "old" seven ("new" eight).  Ay yay yay.  He'll adjust one day, right?

Good night!

VTB