Busy weekend
The Fourth is over. Holidays come and go so quickly sometimes. Last week you were pretty excited about the pending fireworks. You asked every day, "Is this the Fourth of July?" And you were geeked about the sparklers, so much so that I went ahead and lit one for you on Thursday evening. You promptly jumped back about five feet and hid your hand behind your back. "I want to do them next year when I'm five, Momma." You were serious, too, because you asked Mommy and Daddy repeatedly to light them, but you wanted to watch us hold them. Never you.
The evening of the Fourth, we grabbed our lawn chairs and parked on the corner by Maria's house to enjoy our view of the East Grand Rapids celebration. We discovered our great vantage point during our first summer in this house. We heard the explosions, peeked outside, and...voila! Terrific view of the fireworks just feet from our driveway. Pearson and his dad came down to join us. It was nice.
You were up late pretty much every night because the neighborhood set off fireworks every night. Loud ones. Until all hours. Daddy had to take you down into the basement so you could actually get some zzzzz's. And, per the usual with you, late to bed did not mean late to rise. You have an amazing ability to brush off sleep. Amazing and annoying. Because the less sleep you get, the more out of control you tend to be. Last night, at your tiredest moment of the weekend, you threw your dinner at Daddy. Apparently you didn't approve of his special chicken!
What else did we do this weekend? Well, we were without power (for four days!), so there was plenty of flashlight and candle action. The day after the holiday we took Juliette to the dog beach and you had a blast digging in the sand, sloshing through the water, and having us throw sticks into the waves so you could fetch them. We followed that up with some ice cream, of course.
Yesterday you and I had a date to see WALL•E. Loved that movie. You amazingly stayed awake through the entire thing, fingers firmly in your mouth. Afterward we had lunch at Burger King, which you'd been begging to do all week. We made a chart and, with a few exceptions, you had a pretty good week. We had to postpone the trip twice because of some behavior stuff, but you finally got your Incredible Hulk toy. Which, truth be told, is the only reason you want to visit any of the fast-food places. You ate three bites of your macaroni and cheese, one apple "fry" and drank your milk.
We drove up the Beltline to locate a BK. As we were driving, I saw a Taco Bell, Wendy's, Arby's and McDonald's. Everything but the one we were looking for. You piped up very seriously from the backseat: "It's probably by the McDonald's because they both make so much fried food." Hee. You were right, actually. It was across the street from Mickey D's. Great logic, sweetie!
Tonight I have to leave soon for a sleep study. Oh, joy. Before you went to bed, you wanted to make sure we had hugs. A few minutes later you ran back upstairs and said, "Mommy, I want another hug. I want you to give me 14 hugs!" So I did. And now you're sleeping peacefully.
