this morning, he got his shoes and socks on (no pants, until i mentioned how unconcerned he always seems to be about pants) and kept asking "go to school". after brian was gone and we'd emptied out the dishwasher, he started saying "wanna go play," which breaks my heart. if we were in a house, i could open the back door and tell him to have at it.
i've decided to put off my alternate lunch plans and i'm trying to find a time to take him to the park that doesn't interfere with my noon conference call, his lunch, or his trip to the ped. he was supposed to go to the arboretum with brian, or something with less pollen. i'm not sure if that's going to happen. and brian woke up this morning saying his back hurts from carrying oliver yesterday, so he might not be taking him to swim tonight. all of oliver's plans have gone straight in the shitter.
at least he had fun at the zoo yesterday. he came home with a plastic gorilla, which he slept with last night.
he just gave up trying to put one of his socks on my foot. i suppose that was his effort to get me out the door. now he's just wearing them on his hands.
ps: happy spring. the very hungry caterpillar is being used to celebrate on google.