Growing Up

Andrew got invited to a friend's house to play for the first time this evening. My neighbor (about 10 doors down) called to ask if Andrew could come to play with her little boy Braedon. Usually this is codeword in the neighborhood for "we're bored...come talk to us." I told her we'd be right down and she said not to worry about it...she and Braedon would walk down to get Andrew and then bring him back later.

Andrew was soooo excited to go play with his friend without his haggard mom tagging along. I watched my liberated boy walk down the street and was almost sad. Mike had an errand to run and said he'd take Alie with him. What fortune!!!

I quickly got over my little-boy-is-growing-up blues and busted butt. I cleaned the downstairs in about 20 minutes (usually takes an hour and a half.)

Andrew was brought back home over an hour later: sweaty, exhausted, and self-fulfilled. It was too cute!