We celebrated Alec’s birthday this weekend with a bit barbeque as well as a series of gifts meant to celebrate both his geekiness as well as his inner child: namely Make electronics set for building tiny robots with (or without!) Holden as well as Guitar Hero for the Wii. He couldn’t have been happier if I gotten him the new iphone (well, maybe).
So back to the part where I scarred my three-year-old forever or longer…
After the barbecue, he was a bit riled up as well as had difficulty going off to sleep. perhaps it was the 40 potato chips, apple juice, or cake. Or the enjoyment of having just turned the sprinkler on as the celebration was winding down. perhaps it’s the recent night-time potty training. who can say?
But just as I was debuting (I got booed off stage, however I did dance as well as sing as well as try my best) to Poison’s Talk filthy to Me on “daddy’s new guitar” Holden showed up in our dining space using only footie pajamas with the body as well as sleeves slung up over his carry as well as no diaper (he couldn’t figure out exactly how to reattach it himself). considering that I was so focused on my art, I didn’t look over at him, however Alec, MIL, as well as our two adult male guests saw him jaw agape.
I assumption he went into some type of shock as well as the concerns started flying.
What’s mom doing? Can I try?
What’s that show on TV? exactly how does that work?
(Is this what you people do every night after I go to bed?)
He was up chattering for one more 45 minutes not able to calm himself. as well as I’ve been terrified to play again.