It's kind of nice when you just follow the day and let it happen as it will, rather than trying to force it into your planned vision of the day. This morning Jason took the Honda in to have the brakes looked at. Gavin was needing a nap by that point, but wouldn't go to sleep so I (foolishly, I admit) decided we would go run our own errands instead. But as I was getting ready to go, Jason called and said he was on his way home. I waited until he got here, letting Gavin run around outside for a while since he hasn't had much outside run-around time lately.
Instead of dashing right out to run errands, as I'd planned, we all went inside. Jason put Gavin down (and of course he went right down for Jason, as usual. The stinker.). I sat down here in the office and spent the next hour and a half doing work for a friend in Massachusetts. All caught up, I went downstairs and read, while Jason played PS2, until Gavin woke up about half an hour later. (A long nap, a blessing!)
We headed out for our errands then, completing the ones we were able - the registrar's office was closed but we bought some shorts and shirts for the boy, I picked up the new Harry Potter from the library, and we got groceries. When we got home, dinnertime. By this time Gavin was super cranky and tired, and fortunately he went down really easily again (and again, for Jason. At least he sleeps for one of us.). Then I finished up baking the bread I'd started during dinnertime and we watched the British comedies on PBS. Anyway, it was a nice day, much nicer I think than if I'd forced the issue and taken Mr. Crankypants to the grocery store this morning.
Speaking of Mr Crankypants, he has finally started signing for nursing. He actually signs "want nurse," the "want" being pointing at his palm, which seems to be used differently enough from "more" that we are calling it a separate sign, "want." Of course, typical for him, he also uses "want nurse" to mean "want _____" (fill in the blank). Sigh. I suppose it's entirely possible that he always wants nursing. I wouldn't put it past him. Milkaholic, he is.
Once he finally started signing "want nurse," after a week of desperate teaching when I got fed up with the public shirt lifting, he was so incredibly thrilled. He was communicating! With words! You could see the elation and pride on his face in that big ol' toothy grin. He may actually have started asking to nurse more, just because he could. In the week after that he learned the sign for daddy and uses it frequently in context, and also started saying "mommy" and actually meaning me. I wish you could hear him saying that. It's sweet, but he says it in such an urgent way, half scream, half summons, I can see it will soon wear on my nerves if he doesn't tone it down. Aww who am I kidding, eventually it'd wear on my nerves no matter how sweetly he says it, right?!
Going now. I have a slice of hot, buttered, fresh-from-the-oven bread and Harry Potter waiting for me.
Posted by allison at July 22, 2005 09:46 PM