On Saturday the whole HOP went to watch the ND vs. Michigan game over at our friends’ house. I brought some O’Doul’s, which I brandished as a general announcement that I’m not drinking alcohol, hint hint. Later, as I was sipping my un-beer, Kyle came over to me and requested a sip of my drink. I thought it wouldn’t hurt for him to try a sip.
I held the heavy beer stein for him to drink and he seemed to relish it – he slurped up a big gulp. Then he stood up straight, absolutely disgusted, and opened his mouth to let the un-beer fall out. Good thing I have quick reflexes – I caught the rejected swill in my cupped hand. The look on his face was priceless.
Yesterday, since I was feeling okay in the morning, I took Kyle to an outdoor concert by Parachute Express – a kids’ music band whose tunes are often played at Gymboree. Kyle got one of their CD’s as a birthday gift. I feel like I haven’t done anything fun with him in a while because I’m always so sick or tired, so I packed a tote bag and brought him out there. He was so cute watching the show and dancing his little butt-dance and high fiving me. But he was easily distracted by the many, many stairs at this outdoor amphitheater, and the trails that led off into the woods, and he tried to run away a lot. So at one point I said “hey, you want a cracker?” Delighted, he started looking through the tote bag with me, when I realized I had forgotten to put the crackers in the bag.
Now he was not just distracted, he was downright pissed. I rummaged around in the bag for a suitable replacement but all I could find was a few crumbly old goldfish at the bottom of the Ziploc in which I keep the diaper changing supplies. But he saw them, too, and I couldn’t keep them away from him. Ewww.
He must have really enjoyed the show otherwise, because his generally whiny mood seems to have lifted a bit. He played on his own several times and he even helped me clean up his alphabet magnets in the kitchen. There were too many instances of cuteness to count. I swear, that kid knows when to slay me with his big eyes and toothy smile.
I loved your story about Kyle and the un-beer. I personally can’t stand the taster of beer “un” or otherwise so I am all with Kyle and his disgusted face.
Nice to hear about the concert in the park. I need to get out and do more things with the kids too. I seem to have an easier time doing it with Girlie Girlie but Little Man and I just butt heads anymore and it’s worrying me.
Perhaps he needs to taste the REAL stuff!
My sister, who is also pregnant, loves the un-beer. She swears it tastes like “real beer”. Me? I’m with Kyle. 🙂
OMG I just found out about your knocked-upness! Congratulations!!!! I’m so excited for you. We need to get together and not drink very soon.
Way to go Kyle with spitting out the un-beer!
Re: unbeer spit
ROTFL! Buddy has the spitting out anything yucky down pat, as well 🙂
Re: Crackers
The other day in the car Buddy asked for crackers. I gave him the last ones from the box, and even let him look to see the box was now empty. 2 minutes later he said, “More, please.” When I reminded him there wasn’t anymore, he put his hand on his forehead and shook his head back and forth.