We had a really nice weekend. The silver lining of my ex in town was realized-an afternoon off. And as I said on Facebook, it is very nice to go shopping, without a stroller, five packages of fruit snacks, three toys and the constant, "Pres do you have to go to the bathroom?" which he does but of course waits until the very last possible second to tell me while he is dancing as if he is on hot coals wincing in that high pitched voice, "Pee pee-I have to go pee pee Mommy."
But first yesterday he needed a haircut-
He had been going to Divas n' Dudes down here, but seriously I'd spend $15 dollars for him to sit in a spaceship, watch Thomas on a DVD player smaller than my wallet and have his hair butchered by very nice old ladies who I am sure are wonderful grandmothers but I highly doubt have a cosmetology license. So back to the salon and almost $30 later and it looks so much better! (No more Dumb&Dumber haircuts right Katie???) We then went to the grocery store and much to our surprise the Chesterfield Fire Department was in the parking lot with a BIG FIRETRUCK! Obviously this was way more exciting than the free cookie from the bakery department.
This put him in a great mood. Thankfully there was also one of the TWO truck shopping carts available so we avoided a meltdown. Whatever bright light thought up this idea should be shot. I mean there are about 40 kids in a grocery store at any given time and two truck carts. If there is not one available Preston can wake the dead with his wails. I have actually heard him yelling at the lucky sprite that got the cart before him-he actually has said “That is mine. You took my cart.” I try to assure him it is not ours because last time I checked there was no aluminum grocery cart in the garage. And I hate the truck carts. They fit like a bag of lettuce and I cannot steer them through the aisles. I usually skip every other aisle because I need to swing the damn thing 90 degrees. Stupid truck shaped shopping carts.
Today we headed off to Short Pump Mall for Preston to ride on the train. He even wore his special shirt that Aunt Anna made for him. My brother felt I was an ingrate since I did not dress Preston in the shirt thus far this summer but white shirts can only be worn on weekends were I can supervise dirt consumption. If he wore white to daycare it would be beige. He even got compliments from other parents in line that he was appropriately dressed. Here is Preston at the reverse height stand-you must be under this height to be allowed in the train village. I think he will be ok for quite some time….like until his 7th birthday!
After Grandma bought him some hot pretzel sticks! He also got a few new outfits to don at the convention!
And tomorrow is a big day. Preston is moving from Preschool 1 to Preschool 2! Yay! He has been in there a couple of days this week. What did he learn-that the word poop is funny to interject into every song! Lovely! Can all of you going to NYC let me know what it is you may want to see Sunday and Monday and I’ll try to get an itinerary going? Is everyone just meeting on Saturday the 4th at the hotel? Can’t wait!