There He Goes...

Today was Erik's first day of real-life daycare. Brian took him on his way to work and brought him home, so I was free to relax, drink coffee, and watch soaps. NOT! I took this opportunity and ran with it. I worked out, showered, and hit the house with vigorous scrubbing and straightening. The place is gleaming! I was free to leave cleansers on the very edges of counters and toilet bowls open without fear of Erik sampling handfuls of Ajax or administering self-inflicted swirlies in the commodes. I accomplished much without setting foot out of the house today at all. My afternoon, of course, was consumed by work, and I transcribed upstairs while enjoying a warm summer cross breeze through my office until the boys arrived home for dinner. When they arrived, Erik placed Stinky Puppy, his favorite decomposing stuffed animal that never dries out, in his toy Jeep Wrangler and gave him a ride without any prompting. I consider this pretty good for a child who is only beginning to understand the concept of pretend play. Brian and I were pleased. I sipped a glass of red wine, watched the news, and cooked skillet lasagna for dinner. I boiled a tiny pot of mini-elbow macaroni with some leftover spaghetti sauce, but Erik turned his nose up at it all and ate homemade bread instead. I was less than satisfied with this but was so happy to see his sweet face that I let it go. He talked about the children he met at daycare, mentioning each of them by name. He also apparently decided not to fill his diaper all day until he returned home and did so with great panache, confirming my suspicion he has a serious case of shy bowel. However, our child seemed happy, and Brian reported he talked about me on the way home. I believe that being around other children seems to have already stimulated him, and I have hope this will work wonders on his body and mind.

Not to mention my bathroom grout!