Continuing with our week of documentation (following our Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday recaps)…
Happy Friday! Oh, how we love Fridays. After our morning of work, breakfast, nap, etc., we began to get ready for the day. Soren and I had a funny moment when he surprised me with a new and important skill he’d obtained. Every now and then, Soren does something that has us scratching our heads trying to figure out where/how/when he would’ve picked it up.
10:31 a.m. I was, uh, going to the bathroom when I realized Tim had left me without even a scrap of toilet paper. (Please note these pictures are a re-creation of the incident.) So I called Soren over and asked if he could find me some more toilet paper. Keep in mind I’ve never told him or showed him where we keep the spare rolls. They’re in a nearby closet, hidden behind some cleaning supplies that he maybe shouldn’t have access to.
10:31 a.m. Without any hesitation, Soren trotted out the door and over to the closet. He came back a moment later with this bag of TP in hand. What a kid!
10:31 a.m. I LOVE how helpful Soren is becoming. It’s quite a dream to have a mini slave around.
Next up was our fantastic Friday playgroup — another favorite of Soren’s.
11:22 a.m. Soren loves to help me set up the bowling pins, but he’s not wild about knocking them down. I guess he doesn’t take after Grandmama, a former BYU bowling team member.
11:24 a.m. Soren’s kind of into the older ladies. This is one of his BFFs.
11:33 a.m. This playgroup is loaded with trucks and cars and all sorts of wheeled items. Soren’s heaven.
11:34 a.m. Trains and tractors and backhoes, oh my.
11:41 a.m. Soren enjoys the tent most when we’re playing peek-a-boo through the flaps or when I’m pelting balls at him from above.
11:57 a.m. During the first 45 minutes of playgroup, Soren frequently asks (by plopping down on the floor and clapping) if it’s circle time yet (which is the last 10 minutes or so). He loves the songs and, most especially, the parachute. But every now and then, he starts wandering when the parachute comes out. I think he doesn’t like being underneath when it’s overcrowded. You can see him over on the left, observing from afar.
And then back home again for lunch and nap. Friday afternoons are my reward for making it through the week without killing anyone — Tim quits work at 4 p.m. and relieves me so I can go to my favorite gym class. He and Soren usually walk over to meet me, having some fun along the way at Trader Joe’s, Magic Beans (a baby supplies/toy store), or the library. That night we had a quick dinner of chipotle bean burritos, then bedtime — glorious bedtime. And I guess I quit taking pictures after playgroup, because I have nothing to show for the rest of the day. Now on to the weekend.