From worst to second best!

Tickling a very tired Josh

 

Friday night Lexy came over for a playdate. I should have good stories from that, but I really don't. We were happy they played well together.

Saturday afternoon I took Sam and Josh to the Play Museum.  We hadn't been there in a long time.  Their new exhibit is on football, including plaques with center-of-motion and moment-of-inertia equations for those kids who are interested. Also, Batman himself was present to pose for photos with kids. Oh, and Word Girl and SuperWhy.  (Word Girl rocks, for those not familiar with modern PBS offerings.)

Sam couldn't be bothered with any of them. I was barely able to drag him to see what Batman looked like, and he was careful not to get in line for WG or SW. His real goal was to confirm that the poster of Marvel superheroes in the permanent superhero exhibit is the same as the one now hanging on his wall. Yes, yes it is! Which is why I chose it. That it cost 44 cents from Amazon ($4 shipping) didn't hurt.

We also went to the butterfly exhibit at the PM. Sam was wearing a red fleece and one butterfly was convinced he was a flower, landing on him a couple of times, til Sam said he really didn't want a butterfly on him anymore, and we wandered away to other parts of the atrium.

Friday night we went to a neighbor's Hallowe'en party. Two hours of kids in a permanent floating scrum increasing the entropy of the local toy collection. We had a pleasant time hanging out and talking to other parents. Josh is shown here in his first costume.

What else? Not much. In Sunday school Sam's class re-enacted Noah's Ark by bringing in a vast collection of stuffed animals. Emily, our friend who teaches the class, even had a CD of sound effects for the purpose, including the sound of the rain and the ark finally hitting Ararat.

They were short on birds, so the penguin had to go get the olive branch.

Sam is enjoying his first video game, of Clifford the Big Red Dog, sent by his birth grandma Susan!

Picked out pumpkins. Need more decorations. And cider and doughnuts.

As for the title: In a fit of misery and anger Sam gave me the title Worst Parent in the World early in the weekend. It was for not letting him draw downstairs when it was time for bed, and then not being willing to read aloud to him from one book while he paged through another, not listening.

By the end of the weekend some fluke made me Second-Best Person on Earth. The first is Jesus. I wasn't sure if perhaps Mommy would take that spot. It was for cuddling in bed with him during reading time. I told him that whether I was best or worst, I still loved him all the same.

One last note: Josh still isn't crawling, and is still not yet convinced eating sloshy pseudo-solids is better than the bottle. We'll get there, and have fun doing it. :-)