Some days just seem perfect. Nothing big, nothing exciting, just perfect. Today was one of those days.
Davis slept in, which meant I got to sleep in. After breakfast, we headed out to do a little shopping. Normally Davis refuses to go the store with me, but today he was just fine with it (the first sign that this was going to be a great day). We stopped at Kid to Kid to find more shirts to fit Davis (I swear he grows and inch a day) and to pick up a BellaBand for me (a stretchy thing that pregnant women can wear around their belly to keep their pants up - I have worn it all afternoon and it has done a great job). Davis found one of those Flinstone-type cars and followed me all around the store, "driving" along behind. I thought about buying it and keeping in the back of the car for whenever we had to go grocery shopping or run other errands so he could just "drive" along behind me, but decided it might not work out as well as I envisioned.
Then to a few more stores for exchanges and returns, all the while Davis remaining happy to be there. Our last stop was Target, where he got to choose some big boy underwear (Mickey Mouse - he really wanted the pink Cinderella ones, but I nixed that choice.) By the time we were done shopping there, it was way past lunchtime and Davis was getting cranky, so we stopped at the little Pizza Hut Express inside Target to pick up some lunch. I was going to take it home, but Davis got so excited and asked, "Eat in a restaurant?" Well, sure, if this counted as a restaurant and would bring such happiness to my little boy who had been so sweet all morning, then of course we could eat in a "restaurant." We sat down at the little tables there and had a fantastic lunch, laughing alot as we carried on our own little conversation.
Home for a little snooze together (apparently the shopping hadn't worn Davis out as much as it had me, because he didn't want to lay down. Luckily I was perfectly happy to lay down with him for bit, and yes, I slept longer than he did.)
Later we dusted the shelves (one of Davis's favorite things to do) and put up Christmas decorations, and Davis watched the Christmas Kung Fu movie while I cooked dinner. After dinner, he stood on a chair next to me at the sink and helped me "wash" all the dishes (all his "helping" makes things go a little more slowly, but I sure love it!). I would hand the dishes to him after washing them in the hot, soapy water and he would use his clean washcloth to rinse them. Finally we got to the last big pot. It had some water that was soaking in it, so I dumped it down the drain.
"Where did the dirty water go?" he asked.
"Down the drain."
So he leaned over the sink, put his face down close to the drain and called, "HELLO?"
He did this several times and then said, matter of factly, "I see the dirty water down the drain."
Then bath time, then naked dance time (with a diaper and blue socks on), finally p.j.'s. We had bought some Eggnog at the store, so I asked if he wanted a special Christmas drink. Of course this called for it's own special jumping dance. We all (Darren, me, and Davis) joined together in the kitchen for our first glass of Christmas eggnog (well, Davis's first ever, our first of the season). Davis loved it. But he handed the glass back to me with a few sips left.
"Do you want to finish it?" I asked.
"Nope. I've had enough." He answered on his way out of the kitchen.
Sounds like a logical conversation. But it sounded super funny coming from the mouth of a 2 1/2 year old.
And now bedtime. He has been up there for about 45 minutes now. He is still calling my name. Apparently he is not ready for the perfect day to end. I am. Hope he gives up soon and goes to sleep.