Look! Words!
It occurs to me that, other than silly test posts, there's no meat to the blog yet. You know, minimal content and such. I'll continue to work on posting photos (WHY must I upload them one by one? WHYYY?) but for now I guess just some good old fashioned text might be nice. I'm also still working on the banner... the current one is merely (you guessed it!) a test. Moving on...
Last night was Riley's school Halloween party. We got both kids dressed up (Riley is Diego, and Mason is a totally beautiful angel) and off we went into the chilly rain. The party was... crowded, and warm, and there was no place to hang my coat, and I FORGOT MY CAMERA WTF IS WRONG WITH ME but it was also pretty fun. There was a musician (ok, karaoke singer, but he was fun and the kids loved him) in one of the rooms and that's where we spent most of our 1.5 hours there. It took Riley a little time to get into it, but soon he was out jumping with the older kids and having lots of fun. At one point he grabbed a girl's hands and they spun and danced together and then a sweet little hug, and then my heart went squick all over the floor. It was so great seeing him like that with other kids - he has not always been very social, so it was a pretty big deal. Then, something interesting... Riley went around to a few other kids and attempted to grab their hands to dance, but was soundly rebuffed. My heart went squick again, not from joy this time, but from watching my little boy cry from the sting of rejection. In the grand scheme, this is so not a big deal, I KNOW, but it sucks all the same. He was over it in a flash, and I know he's not going to remember that time he was 2 and a half and some kids wouldn't dance with him at the Halloween party. Besides, most of the time he's the one doing the rebuffing. Still, it got me thinking about how this is just the beginning of his learning how the world works - learning that he won't be invited to all the birthday parties, and he might not have a date for the prom. (Oh STOP with the boohoos. Of course he'll have a date... me!)
So after all these life lessons, there was limbo. Shoudn't there always be limbo after life lessons? What a world that would be! My little boy watched for a minute or so (as he tends to do), bristled at any attempts from us or the nice assistant lady to show him what to do, and then... he totally got it. Running and laughing and ducking under the limbo stick, going round and round till the music was gone. What a rock star.
And today, more rain. I'm usually in the right frame of mind for a rainy day, since I think the right frame of mind for a rainy day is "lazy". So yeah, I get to hunker down inside and leave the baby in her PJ's all day? Sign me up. Marc worked from home today and dinner is already mostly made, so all I need to do is go get Riley from school and then it's time for a drink. Rum and coke and TV and photography magazines. And it's Marc's bath night. Life is gooooood.