This weekend was not a holiday or a travel destination or a work trip for the first time in a very long time.
Sunday morning we bundled up Theo (it was thirty degrees out and we had a mild case of cabin fever), unfolded the stroller, and walked over to Tobin’s first (maybe second) soccer class.
It was a circle of two and three-year olds, with moms and dads hovering over them while a very nice, endlessly patient British coach explained games that taught the littles fundamentals of the game.
JW, T, and I were obviously the only spectators, because who shows up to toddler soccer?
I loved every second.
T’s mom is also generous enough to share her little guy with us, so I had a crack at being T’s adult, which basically meant chasing him around on a “hunt for dinosaurs” (read: soccer balls) for an hour.
And then, during a water break, this happened:
Watching T hang with Boo is probably one of my favorite things about both T and Boo.
When I got lucky enough to pick up the S family, they were an amazing tribe of four. I couldn’t have asked for a better bonus leg of my family.
Then T showed up.
Then Boo showed up.
These are the things that make Mondays far more tolerable, chickadees.
Now excuse me while I pull Boo out from behind the trash can, where he’s rifling through baby wipes like a raccoon.
Keep it easy.