Our church has Wednesday night youth activities for kids ages 3 and up, so for the past couple of years Margaret has been going and Paul would stay home with mom & dad. The program is wrapping up for the year, plus the new baby will be here any day, so we thought tonight we’d celebrate what might be Paul’s last (routine) night of solo attention by taking him out for ice cream.
Poor buddy ended up having a rough day – he went to the park with Margaret and their cousin and fell and dislocated his elbow. (While trying – successfully – to protect his 1-year-old cousin from hurting herself!) I took him to urgent care and it was torture hearing him scream as the doctor popped the joint back into place. That gave us another reason to definitely take him out for ALL the ice cream.
He chatterboxed his way through the evening and it was so fun to have special time with our little man. After we finished eating, we popped some Florida Georgia Line + Nelly in the car’s CD player, rolled the windows down, and went cruisin’ for a few minutes until it was time to pick up his sister. He sang at the top of his lungs and it was so adorable Thomas and I still have smiles on our faces hours later.
He’s the kind of kid who really responds to one-on-one attention. All kids do, I suppose, but Margaret is very social and loves being in groups. Paul doesn’t mind that, but only really opens up and talks when knows he won’t be constantly interrupted (perhaps by a very talkative and self-assured four-year-old I know…) I hope we can continue to give him as many opportunities as possible even after we’re a three-child family. I know he’s going to be a wonderful big brother, but it’s still bittersweet to think I won’t get as much focused time with him. Or any of the three of them. The difficulty level of this parenting thing just keeps going up!