Where to begin this one....
Well, today's Father and SoEM outing saw us at the Burlington Mall with SoEM enjoying the play area and some soft-serve and culminated in the wee scamp crawling into a locked dressing room in J Crew while dear ol' Dad was trying on a jacket. Thankfully, a very nice sales lady was there to let me in and him out, which didn't stop him from trying that little maneuver again. Two year olds. Yeah. He's two. Which sort of leads into another anecdote.
The upstairs neighbors have a little boy who has the same birthday and is the same age as SoEM. Trippy. SoEM's party was a couple of weeks ago, neighbor lad's was yesterday. I was awakened from a nap by WoEM leaning over me and exclaiming, "They're playing with his toys!" One quick shower later and I headed into the back yard to discover, yeah, a small army of kids that were all over SoEM's new birthday stuff. We're not selfish people but we weren't consulted or asked if this would be cool. Anyways, when SoEM wanted a turn in HIS car and vocalized this, a little girl snottily told him, "It's not yours." In a fit of protective snottiness of my own, I looked her dead in the face and said, "Actually...it is his." Don't mess with SoEM when Dad is around. You should have seen my reaction when I caught the little dirtbag at the park spitting on the back of SoEM's head. I digress. Yeah, the politics of neighbordom can be a bit much.
Surfing? If that's what you want to call what I was doing on the grovelers we've been getting recently. At least I've been able to dispense with the leash for another couple of sessions and it's been kind of cool seeing the sun come up from the water. See the ok cell pic taken at the unnamed beach break.
We're supposed to get a little something this week. I don't ask for much, just something with a little push.
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