Back Home Again in Indiana
I forget where I saw the 8 Minute Memoir, but it seemed like a good writing exercise so I figured I’d jump on board. I’m already incredibly behind and have no idea when/if I’ll finish it. Such suspense!
Whenever I take Boogs anywhere other than school, I always ask him if he’s ready to go on an adventure. I don’t really know why I started doing that – I guess to make Target, the grocery store, library, or whatever seem more exciting than it really is – but almost 18 months later (wahhhhh), it’s stuck and I’m pretty sure he believes me that this is what an adventure is. (I’m a firm believer in setting the bar low.)
We’ll put his shoes and socks on (side rant: why does everyone say shoes and socks when the order is actually socks and shoes? Is it an alphabetical order thing?), and he starts to get all excited about going somewhere. Like legit hyper excited about going somewhere – giggles, arm circles, the whole thing. He’s actually been known to bring me his shoes when I’m not moving fast enough for his liking. Sometimes he’s excited to get in the car, and sometimes he’s hella pissed he’s not immediately going in the stroller, but this is definitely one kid who’s always up for an adventure.
With Jesse in grad school, Boogs and I have a standing Saturday and/or Sunday morning adventure date. It’s typically to Super Target which he loves as much as I do because he loves to people watch as much as I do. We need to work on the awkward staring though because at some point, he’s going to be too old for that to be acceptable.
It’s an adventure for me, too, because I never know how it’s going to play out. This kid isn’t exactly known for being well rested so I live in constant fear of the public meltdown. I also play the risky little game of Will He Poop? He’s a hardcore struggle pooper which means there’s much screaming, and it’s really an activity I prefer happen at home due to the scene making.
Even with these fears, I love our adventure time together, and it makes me a little sad to know that before I know it, these days will just be a memory. But at least I’ll have this post to remind me of those weekend morning adventures to Super Target where we’d walk in with a list of toilet paper and almonds and walk out with two pairs of shoes and a pink whale.