Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Quality Time


I spent lovely quality time with my family at different times today. Lately it feels that we rarely all come together because of my husband's and my work and the crazy times, but tonight we all had dinner together. It was really nice.

This morning while having breakfast, the 2 boys were holding hands. I know that when they are older and see the pictures they'll ask me how they could ever have done that and why I took several photos of the moment. I thought it was a really nice gesture and a lovely representation of spending quality time together. Once we dropped Brandon off at kindergarten, Bailey and I headed over to an enormous toy warehouse. Over the weekend we had received a sale catalogue in the mail from the toy warehouse but both boys on numerous times had cut out every toy that they wanted from the catalogue. The big problem arose when Bailey cut out a train table and on the back was a musical guitar that Brandon wanted to cut out. To stop the arguments I said that I'd call into the toy shop and get another catalogue for each of them. We literally drive past this shop every day after dropping Brandon off at kindergarten so it truly wasn't out of our way. It wasn't as cheap as I was anticipating being that it was a warehouse but we still bought 2 things. Bailey chose a train of course- Freddie, while for Brandon I bought Echo Echo, another alien from Ben 10.

Bailey and I headed home where we stayed for several house playing, washing, eating, playing, running, running and more running. It was the most perfect winter day. In fact it was so very warm that Bailey ran around with just a tee shirt on while the both of us ate ice blocks to cool down. Pretty good for winter. I had a great time with Bailey. We spent so much lovely one on one quality time together. Thanks my little man. I had a really nice time with you. We finished up running so that we could go and collect Brandon. He had had a science day at kindergarten today. It sounded like he'd had lots of fun. When I had dropped him off there this morning all his lovely friends came running over to him. He was so happy. He looked like he spent some nice time with all his friends. The last I saw of him, his friend Max had his arm around him and off they were heading with a trail of little boys behind them. It was so cute.

Once the 2 boys and I arrived home, I sat down and secretly ate ice cream with chocolate sauce while the kids watched Ben 10. It lasted 3 minutes before I heard a "Mummy? Where are you?" Luckily I can eat ice cream in under 3 minutes. I jumped up and started getting ready for swimming lessons and before I knew it we were in the pool. There was only 3 of us in Bailey's class today which was nice. Half way through the lesson Brandon needed to go to the toilet. Off he went into the boys loo and I threw caution to the wind and followed him. We spent quality time together in the loo, and while not the ideal place for a mother son moment, Brandon told me that he loved me and that I was a good mummy. Mind you this was all happening as I'm kneeling down in a toilet cubicle of a men's toilet soaking wet in my swimmers while holding Brandon on the loo so that he doesn't fall in while doing his poo. Fun times. Thanks sweetheart. Finally we left the loo and he rejoined his swimming class and I rejoined Bailey's.

On the way home the 2 boys were silent. I had bought them an ice block each at the pool and the silence was golden. Daddy was still not home by the time we arrived which threw me because the plan was for him to pick up a pizza for the kid's dinner and to be home ready for the onslaught of when we arrived. Daddy arrived home a few minutes later and to my absolute delight he had pizza for everyone. Thanks sweetheart. Again the silence was golden. I rounded up 2 tired boys, bathed them while daddy anti-painted himself, and then off to bed they went. Now I'm about to finalise this and spend some quality time catching up with my husband before he falls asleep on the lounge. See you tomorrow.

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