If you read the previous post, then you know why Ted and Joe were home today. We pattered around for a while, Ted canceled some stuff at work, and then we went to the basement to change around the laundry (which included Joe's stuffed animals and blankets to rid them of any pink germs). Joe had his usual adventures pulling out toys from the dark corners of the basement, pretending he is going to "starfox" and commenting on Ted's every movement. Joe was coaxed upstairs with promises of fruit snacks and Ted prepared for the next adventure. Joe made a stop to the potty, and I won't share the details, but let's just say I missed a spot. From that lovely task, we departed the house for, what else, Target!
We drove across the river, which means tunnels and bridges for which Joe clapped in delight, and went to the St. Paul Target. First stop was for Joe's cookie at the deli counter, and then to pick up a few items in short supply at the house, and to allow Ted to call into work while Joe was mesmerized by all the shiny and colorful things in the store. We burned up enough time so that we could drive to William Mitchell down the street and meet Julie for lunch.
Lunch was at the beloved Bread and Chocolate where we ordered our sandwiches, and as Ted was reaching the cash register he sees Julie and Joe conspiring at the cookie counter, Joe slapping the glass by the M&M cookies and Julie probably mentally joining him. So we sat down with our lunches and a big M&M cookie sitting in the middle. You are probably not surprised to know that Joe asked for his cookie about 57 times while we ate lunch, and he picked at his food while looking longingly at that cookie or at the other kids in the room who all had red balloons because the Mommy and Me reading session at the Red Balloon Bookstore had just let out. Well we finally shared that cookie, and it was good.
We made a visit into Julie's work where Joe sat down and colored some admissions handouts in Kendra's office matching the marker color to the paper color. He spied some colorful post-it notes as well and claimed them his own before saying goodbye to everyone and heading out the door. On the ride home, Joe fell asleep, so at home Ted scooped him up and got him to bed after a quick diaper change, and leaving his pants off for nap. With his animals in the wash Joe was allowed to keep his newly prized colorful post-it notes for nap time. Scene.
(open on Ted working upstairs) Because Joe had a cat nap in the car, he wasn't very sleepy anymore, so Ted heard him for the next hour babbling and banging. At one point, Joe called out for Ted, which is unusual, so he crept downstairs and opened the door to see Joe kneeling up on the bed facing away from the door babbling at post-it notes scattered all across the bed. Ted quietly closed the door and hoped for the best. A little more time went by, boy still babbling, father still working, and again Ted heard his name being called. Went into his room again, this time to find Joe with pants on, no shirt, diaper laying open faced on his stool at foot of the bed. Joe requested that his diaper be put back on. Ted calmly obliged, reminded Joe that he should keep his diaper on, told him it was still nap time and left the room. And another hour of work for Ted until again he heard his name as well as the curious sound of the door handle being jiggled. It was nearing the end of natural nap time so Ted went downstairs and just as he got to Joe's room, the door was opened and out came Joe happy as a clam and greeting Ted as if it was no big deal that Joe has never gotten out of his bed on his own in his 32 months of existence. To add to the scene, his upper teeth were bright pink because as it was soon realized, he had spent that last hour munching on all the post-it notes. Joe's bed sheets had pink stains, and there were wet wads of paper scattered in his bed and on the floor. After the mini-panic attack of thinking Joe's mouth was bloody, Ted and Joe got some yogurt for snack and planned the final adventure...
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