The evening started with my son standing at my office door holding a packet of chicken bouillon asking to cook with mommy. We opted for Panang Curry, and while I did the chopping, the little guy cooked all the food and ripped up all the basil. I figured it would be my dinner, but he sat down with me and scarfed it down too. Looks pretty good for a 2 year old’s dinner right?
I may or may not occasionally use the TV as a babysitter. Like yesterday evening, when I asked my son what he wanted to do, and he said watch Dora… I didn’t complain, I said let’s turn it on (I needed to use the laptop a bit). I will fully admit to strategically laying his head in my lab, with the laptop out of his field of vision. He caught on about 10 minutes in and said “mommy stop working,” which is when the guilt hit me. The laptop is “working” and “working” is not paying attention to him. So as soon as Dora wrapped up we went on a walk.
My husband has his concerns that my son really only wants to watch Dora- ever. He was happy to hear as soon as we stepped out the door, the 2-year-old imagination kicked in, and my son turned to me and said “Mommy is Dora. I’m boots” And that’s when we went on a little neighborhood adventure.
The cul-de-sac were giant waterfalls, ending in pools that we then swam around in. Curbs became mountains, that needed to be scaled. My pockets became Backpack… and twigs and stones and random finds ended up in it as we saw our neighborhood in a completely different light. It’s the first time I’ve seen him be so imaginative, and the first time I felt like we had a real between us moment.
We then spent 30 minutes jumping on the trampoline, and I had to drag his energetic butt off the thing. I’m getting way too old, and am way too out of shape… I was winded!