Saturday afternoon Zach was invited to a birthday party. The party was held at a gymnastics place and boy was it fun! Zach and his cousins really enjoyed playing in the foam pit, jumping on the trampolines and running around. What I didn’t bargain for was having to join them in the foam pit to keep the little guys from getting buried by the big kids. It was one of the best workouts I’ve had in a long time. Just after getting out from my second round in the pit, I had a little panic attack. I had just lifted Zach up and out of the pit and while I was getting myself out he apparently had jumped back in. I was looking all over the place for him and was starting to freak out when I finally saw his orange shorts peeking out of the foam. He was happy as could be. I was just relieved that he hadn’t run off somewhere. Fortunately he was close enough that I could pull him out without having to go back in myself.
After the party we headed over to a friend’s house to hang out. I was both happy and sad to see him running off with the eight-year-old girls to play. He is finally to the age where I can let him go play with them without hovering over him, but at the same time it is hard for me to just let him go. I still want to protect him and make sure he isn’t putting odd things into his mouth or getting into things he shouldn’t. He thinks it is really cool though. He no longer has to sit around listening to me gab with my friends and instead gets to go play and have fun.
We ended up staying pretty late watching a movie and Zach was wide awake the whole time. I put him on my lap and snuggled up with him hoping he would fall asleep, but it didn’t work until about the last two minutes of the movie. I, of course, fell asleep and missed quite a bit of the show, but Zach watched the whole movie, including some language that he really shouldn’t have been hearing. It wasn’t exactly my best parenting decision ever. I just really wanted him to settle down and go to sleep. I’m just hoping he doesn’t start quoting Jack Black until he is at least in his teens. The way his little mind is soaking things up here lately it wouldn’t surprise me if he picked up a few new terms.
It also appears that I will not be writing the KC blog over there. There was a little bit of a mix-up and some miscommunication. I was a little bummed out at first but now I’m ok with it. As my Hubby will attest to, I really don’t need to be taking on any more projects right now anyway.