|at the yogurt shop|
Saia was invited to her first non-birthday-party-related, close-buddies-only, random-Saturday-night slumber party.
|at the comic book store|
|grabbing popcorn for|
our own movie night
|coaxing the toastiness|
|spooky stories by|
So, there was really no place else to go. I had to concede. And Saia was over-the-moon thrilled!!
Chago...eh...not so much.
|dinner and a movie|
|on-demand noodle soup|
- trip to the frozen yogurt shop immediately, to lessen the sting of being left out, of course
- trip to the comic book store immediately after that, to soften him up, naturally
- trip to the movie theatre right next to the comic book store immediately after that because, well, it's right there, for pete's sake, and to prepare for our own movie night, evidently
- home to supervise Mama building a fire in the firepit to roast marshmallows outside, while we tell ghost stories, count the stars, and come back inside by 7:30 exactly to start the show
- at precisely 7:30, we threw water on the fire, changed into our jammies, and he chose The Sorcerer's Apprentice from On Demand because it's the one movie his sister never wanted to rent
- halfway through the movie, and the large tub of popcorn, all sitting atop the roasted marshmallows, which were nestled on top of the half-pint of frozen yogurt, he finally says his tummy is feeling cruddy and demands Vietnamese Pho (or Mama's version thereof)
- As soon as the the movie is over, he races upstairs to set up the blankets in his fort (aka, converted top bunk) so we can read a whole chapter of Harry Potter before bed
- Not tired yet, Mama, sing me a song...
- Another one...
- Ok, one more...
|3 fried eggs|
The following morning, he comes bounding in, all chipper and jolly, like the cat who swallowed the canary, and whispers in my ear, "Good morning, Mama, it's still just me and you today." :)
|breakfast on the|
|off we go to pick up|
|her first request|
The moment I saw her, I thought she was gonna burst into tears. She had bags under her eyes. Her hair was all tangled. And she looked like she'd been put through a wringer. Literally. Whatever a wringer is.
All the way home she talked about what fun she had, the stuff they ate, the things they did, all interspersed with little bits of "and then I cried a little," and "I missed you," and "I was too hot," and "I was sooo thristy." And the second we walked in the door, she asked if I could make her a big salad, and then immediately fell right into a deep nap after lunch.
And all is right with the world again.