A few days ago, Esa went to his cousin’s for his first sleep over. Whilst packing his little pull-along suitcase, he chattered away about the merits and risks of taking this item or that. (“Hmmm…I might lose this…and I probably won’t even play with that…do I need 6 pairs of socks, or just 5? Shall I bring my perfume?”) When his auntie arrived to collect him, he shot out the door, the wheels of his suitcase straining under the weight of his over-packing. Forget a goodbye hug and kiss; he didn’t even look back to wave! He jumped into the car, whooping it up with his 3 cousins while my sis-in-law and I chatted about the adventure the little munchkins were going to have.
That evening, I stayed up way too late playing Barn Buddy and Gardenhood reading and writing a blog post. The next day I ventured into town and had a nice long look at (WHSmith’s limited range of) watercolour supplies and books. Esa’s at that age now were he doesn’t really enjoy shopping, unless it’s for toys or clothes for himself (although he does like grocery shopping). So, I try to go alone now. I often go while he’s playing football Saturday mornings, but that only gives me an hour. I was able to have a long, leisurely look at things. I bought a bunch of stuff, and then returned all but one book. (Damn WHSmith and their 20% off voucher!)
When I collected Esa the next evening, he was exhausted. Apparently, they’d all woken up at 4am, giggling and whispering. My sis-in-law informed them of the ungodly hour and told them to go back to sleep. Which they did. Until 6:30. Esa never gets up that early; he usually sleeps until 8. They played hard and had a great time. When we got home, he had some milk and fell asleep on the sofa at 7:30.
A lovely time was had by all…especially me. 🙂