We've been a one car family this week as Grandma has been borrowing Daddy's car. Granddaddy took her car to the country so it's been a big shuffle. Since Daddy is the World's Worst Passenger, he's been driving my car and I've been co-chilling in the back with Ian. He hogs the window but he shares his snacks and sings good songs.
The great thing about living at the beach versus only visiting the beach is the off season. We were able to have dinner at Planet Pizza at the Oceanfront this evening and virtually have the restaurant to ourselves. And with a busy two-year-old that is an awesome thing! Ian could wander up and down the bench seat and exclaim his excitement over PIZZA and run around the arcade without bothering a soul. He and Daddy tried out the cheesy old pinball game there and Ian didn't really understand that the ball was under glass. He kept putting his face on it trying to get to the ball or swatting the glass like a cat. But a good time was had by all.
Poor guy was so tired today. I picked him up from school and foolishly tried to stop at the store on the way home. Ian was clingy and didn't want to get in the cart. He wanted me to hold him, which is hard to do while you push a grocery cart around, but I managed it. I had to placate him with a pack of Elmo party plates (I figured that's better than candy) to get him to sit long enough for me to check out. He barely made it through dinner and I actually had to cut my meal short to take him upstairs and put him to bed.
Rich came up and after one book and some mama milk, he went down with Dada. Not without a lot of tears, though, as he kept shaking his head saying "Go!" Rich came downstairs a few minutes later with a giant wet spot on his shirt from all the crying.
Rich said Ian was saying "Go ..." in his sleep.