My Goofy Ball

That's what Ellis said yesterday, "Easton's being a goofy ball" as Easton danced around Ellis's house like a loon. It made me laugh. Ellis is funny. He's a very verbal child (as you may have heard me mention before) but he's still only a two and a half year old kid so a lot of what he says it quite amusing. I guess he told his daycare teacher yesterday, "I'm going to play with Easton! Easton has a dolphin!" Meaning Dalton. Hee hee!

We had fun at Ellis's and they introduced Easton to craisins. We even went and bought some of our own today and Easton has been devouring them like you wouldn't believe E could. Easton was in rare form yesterday and was having a hard time taking turns with Ellis's toy lawn mower. Easton is normally unusually happy to share his own toys and especially seems to understand when a toy isn't his. But he really wanted that lawn mower yesterday and even hit it (the mower...he has yet to strike another child). I was not pleased. I know "it's the age"...it's still newish behavior to me.

Shortly after we got there I discovered Dalton poop on my leg. I left the diaper bag at home like a genius. So, I had to put D in one of Ellis's size 5's. Dalton wears a 3 normally. Oops. I was able to make it work but was glad it was still big on my big boy.

Anyway, without Easton's nap he was a little bit in hyperactive mode. He loved their dog BeBop and even introduced himself to the dog, "I Easton, BeBop." He was definitely a goofy ball.

Before we left we took some pictures of ourselves. Easton likes to take pics and then look at them on the LCD of the camera right away. Sometimes he'll ask to see a particular one and then he'll try to recreate it. Told you...goofy ball! So, anyway, here's what we took, "Let's make a happy face!":


And a sad face:


Or two:


One of these is scared (Easton's idea) and one is surprised (my idea)...unfortunately I can't remember which one is which:




And a mad face:


Are y'all diggin' my glasses? I thought so. The pink eye was no longer supposed to be contagious after 24 hours on the drops but we have to continue the treatment for 7-10 days so I'm not supposed to wear my contacts.

And lookie what the love of my life brought home for me last night:

What a guy. Flowers and candy. Well, candy bars. Which we ate while we watched "The Pursuit of Happyness" last night. Meh. I read the book. I liked it okay. We knew the movie was in trouble when the opening credits said, "Inspired by a true story". Not even "Based" on a true story. It did not follow the book much. Oh well. The movie made me feel kinda anxious. I think AJ said that too. She was right! Jason gets to pick our next Netflix. I've been on a bad streak.

This morning when the boys woke up I decided I would get in some E time. Really feed the E meter, you know? And so it started with a trip to McDonald's for breakfast for two and their play area. He's never been inside a McDonald's like that before. So, he was excited to sit on a "hag-a-burr":


And ate his hotcake, hash brown, and orange juice:


He could've eaten more than he did but he was anxious to play:










It wasn't very crowded and at times he was the only one there. But, I did hear one older kid ask him,

Older kid: What's your name?
E: Ee-tin
OK: What?
E: EE-TIN!
OK: Ethan?
He's cursed with a name he can't pronounce.

Later as he climbed up this slide:

He got into a bit more heated of an exchange with a bossy rule maker. I couldn't see them but their convo echoed down the tube slide:
BRM: You can't go this way.
E: Yes.
BRM: No.
E: Yes!
BRM: No!
E: Ehhhh!
The most amusing part of this story is that as I was recounting it to Jason when we got home, Easton chimed in with, "I said, "Ehhhh!"" Hee hee!

After Easton was done playing he really enjoyed going from table to table to sit in different chairs. What are you, one year old? Silly.


Dalton and Daddy had some bonding time of their own at home:








Easton and I stopped off briefly at the house, gave J his Egg McMuffin, told the slide story, and then E and I headed back out to Target. We needed some craisins of our own, you see. And some more Mommy/E time was enjoyed.

It was really nice to have that bit of one-on-one time with a kid...for both me and J, I think. Both boys were in really great moods today. I was too. It was a good day to be their mom. Easton didn't take his nap at first, but he did eventually. Oh, I think yesterday he might not have intentionally peed on the bed. Jason was asking him about it later and he said he "pee pee in his Toy Stories" (which is the Pull Ups he has--sort of like "a Bob").

One time during his supposed-to-be-nap time today he came out of his room, Pull Up in hand again and said, "I pee pee on me carpet". So I said, "Where?" and he said, "In me Cars" Again, the other characters on Pull Ups. I searched his carpet and found nothing so who knows?

After his nap E showered with Daddy and Dalton and I did some playing. He was so happy:

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Then we headed to Brian and Samantha's for a house warming party. We were warned that a severely peanut allergic kid was coming and to not bring peanuts. So we didn't. We even opted for a different bag altogether that had never had peanuts in it before. Well, the kid got to the party and I was immediately put on edge. I cannot imagine how hard it's got to be for this mom to ever bring her kid out in public. She told us Easton couldn't even touch him because he'd had yogurt for lunch and this kid is deathly allergic to milk and eggs in addition to the peanuts. Easton wanted to play with the kid so badly too. Then that mom whipped out a ball for the allergic boy. Easton of course wanted to play with that too. It was very stressful for me to have to be so on top of him. He just wanted to play. I can't imagine how hard it must be for that mom. She has to be the allergy nazi. I didn't realize Easton couldn't even touch the kid at first. E doesn't always understand the whole "personal space" thing yet and would get right in the allergic kid's face and I could just see that mom freak out. Understandably, of course. It was still stressful to me. I felt so scrutinized, like I was doing everything wrong. And I probably was. I mentioned how Easton had a milk "allergy" which is the wrong word to use when the other kid has anaphylactic reactions as opposed to just an "intolerance" like diarrhea or bleeding in the gut (what E gets with large amounts of milk, most likely). My bad. My whole point to the mom was that E does okay with yogurt, just not actual milk. I felt like a dork. They steered clear of us after that.

Later I saw the kid getting touched and high-fived by some adults at the party. I guess they're okay? I don't know the specifics. I just know that I'd be terrified to take my child anywhere with allergies that severe. Then I'd resent being stuck at home all the time. I really hope Dalton doesn't have allergies. So far so good, right?

Anyway, I was so stressed out from that situation tonight that I told Jason, "I need to blog tonight. I hope you have homework you can do." I didn't realize how edgy it made me. But it did. Then I think about how much worse it probably is for that mom. I feel better now that I've blogged about it. I knew I would. Thanks for "listening".

Samantha and Brian have a great deck. Easton did this:

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He wasn't seriously hurt. Because we now know he is fine Jason actually high-fived me when he realized he had caught the footage. I wonder what E will think when he watches it?

Sam and Brian also have a ping pong table. Jason is quite the skilled multi-tasker:


Easton enjoyed fetching the balls. And running laps around the table:

I know his head is cut off, I just enjoy a good action shot from time to time.

So the boys are now in bed. I'm about to go to bed too. Tomorrow I get some "me time" with my birthday gift card. Old Navy here I come. And Starbucks too, I'm sure.

Before I go, I just have to direct you all to a video on Jessica's blog. Some dad has added words to Pachelbel's Canon in D. I enjoyed it very much.

And now, my friends, I shall bid you adieu. Good night!