Bruises, Basketball, and (Not) Buying Dinner
Spencer banged his head twice today. Hard. Within about fifteen minutes of each other. He'd "outgrown" this for a while, but apparently he is back into self-mutiliation mode full-force. These are the sort of accidents where he screams for one or two minutes, then pauses, looks around the room at the sympathetic eyes, relives it all over again, and screams for a few more minutes. Large, red, shiny, swollen spots provide clues for exactly what part of his face must have landed on which particular hard surface to produce those marks. Much holding. Much coddling. Bless.
Jonathan survived another weekend full of Upward Basketball. The people at our church really help him out a lot, and for that I am exceedingly grateful. Unfortunately we still live in a fallen world, and this weekend someone decided to remind us all of that. Disappointing. However, just an hour or so later, we went out to dinner and someone else from church picked up our check. So sweet. Definitely redeemed the day a little bit.
Meanwhile, Spencer was at Kid's Night Out beautifully managed by Todd and his wife Jenny (the woman Spencer not-so-secretly wants to adopt as his mommy--her son has mainly negative feelings about this). When we went to pick him up, he was in the "big kid room" (with the 2's and maybe some 3's?). He was loving it. As we walked in, he was trying to take a toy airplane away from another boy.
We were informed that at dinner time he out ate every other child. The pizza must have been particularly tasty last night. The only child who even came close in terms of competitors was the sole female of the group--an adorable blonde whose parents happen to be the people who paid for our dinner that night.
Even funnier, we were planning on using a gift certificate given to us at Christmas by the little blonde's grandparents (also members of our church). That whole family, it seems, is determined to buy our dinner at that restaurant!
Spencer was loved on quite thoroughly by friends and family alike this Valentine's Day weekend, but for him this is status quo. Even though this weekend included a family birthday party; visits with both sets of grandparents; presents from said grandparents; undivided attention from aunts, uncles, great-aunts, and second cousins; and multiple offerings of chocolate cake and cupcakes (both of which were adamantly turned down---hey, it's no pizza) I'm pretty certain he couldn't tell this weekend was any different than any other one.
The sugary treat that he did embrace this weekend: 3 Musketeers Dark Chocolate Cherry Filled bite sized candy. It was a real hit. Each time he finished passing out Valentines to those around him, he got to have one. He also got to have one Friday morning when he caught me eating them after breakfast with my Diet Coke while furiously getting the Valentine's ready.
You gotta be quick.
He usually catches me eating Dove Dark Chocolate with my Diet Coke after breakfast--maybe he did know something was different this weekend. . .
Spencer's Valentine's present to his Mommy? He graciously allowed me to shower during his waking hours and only protested mildly with (very) minimal fussing while running back and forth between my shower and his movie. I will always remember this gift. (Hopefully not for its uniqueness, but that's what I'm postulating).