Last night we were supposed to attend a Cubs game in the PNC Club at Wriggly Field, but Mr. M's boss (the one who gave him the tickets) had him stuck in a meeting in Elgin until 6.
This is the meeting that was scheduled for 8:30, and why my darling monkey was at his grandparents Monday night. Since Grandma said she could watch J another night, Mr. M stayed up in Elgin to avoid the evening 290 construction hindered rush back into the city.
And I went out with my awesome friend Kari for some girl time. We often get together, but more & more it has been less about us beyond quick updates and more about keeping a certain little boy entertained & happy. He has been joining our breakfast, lunch & dinner dates since he was just weeks old. In fact Kari mentioned last Friday, as J threw the hot pad, "Do you remember when he'd just sleep peacefully while we ate?"
I generally don't do these things because I feel horribly guilty leaving J behind, when I work so much. If I stayed at home, I know I wouldn't feel nearly the same guilt. But, right now, we are where we are...
Anyway... As is my modus operanda, and thankfully Kari loves me for it... Enjoys it herself...
I started talking about J. The funny, cute, hilarious things he's doing.
Like, "I need pee" or "I get treat Mommy" while potty-training.
Or more hysterically, wait, I need to give some back story...
J is a typical 2 1/2-year-old boy. He's energetic, he adorable, he's testing his limits. At times, testing how far he can stress my nerves & patience. As a result, he has heard his first & middle name multiple times in a tense, and highly annoyed voice.
So this weekend, I had just lectured him about getting into stuff he shouldn't, and to go play with his toys, when I sniffed out he'd pooped.
Me: J come on & I'll change your diaper
J: No Mommy! (run around the house)
Me: (off for the chase, directing him towards Payton, as she runs a great block)
J: (seeing I'm closing in, and he either gives up or risks Payton joining in the chase - drops to the ground announcing) Mommy Matthew!
It was all I could do to not laugh at him. As we were walking to the bedroom for a quick change I said, "Well, I have to hand it to you kiddo, you've got the inflection, if not the context down perfect!"