That afternoon, we had a fun game of football in our front yard. That is, until Daddy kicked the ball and it got stuck about 20 feet up in the tree. Luckily, he was able to get it down and the game went on. We also enjoyed a family walk around the block.
Saturday night we went to the Central Market grocery store. They have a great cafe, a lovely shaded deck, and a huge playground. We met our friends, Jeff and Tracey, and their daughter, Avery, there. Dax LOVES Avery. The feeling seems to be mutual, because as soon as she saw me, Avery said, "where's Dax?" like, "my mom promised me that Dax would be here - you better produce him, lady." After a yummy dinner, there was actually a Zydeco band on the deck. They were a lot of fun and the dance floor was full (mostly kids, but some adults). Dax, however, wasn't dancing. (What? Is that MY child?) He actually just stood there and stared at the musicians. He thought they were so cool (God help us!). Avery tried her best to get Dax to dance, and she got a little out of him. I guess he'll figure out soon enough that girls dig it when you dance with them.
During church on Sunday we put Dax in the nursery. He wasn't too happy about us leaving him. He really worked that bottom lip and the alligator tears. But, apparently he settled down pretty quickly. Until, half-way thru mass we got a call from the nursery. Duane ran over and apparently a mom had come to pick up her kiddo early, which upset the boy that Dax was sitting with, which then GREATLY upset Dax. Dax was sobbing uncontrollably and heaving and sputtering. Poor thing. But, once Daddy was there, he started settling down and he was great by the time they came to sit in the church with me. He enjoyed watching communion, but during the quiet "reflection" time I guess he got bored, so he started reciting, "Momma, DaDa, DaDa, Momma..." quite loudly. Another trip out the back. At least the people in our section were smiling about it.
After church we had lunch at Grandma's with Uncle Travis, Aunt Hollie, and Payton. They're always fun. Later in the afternoon, Duane and I went to a parenting class at church, while Grandma watched Dax. I can tell this is going to be a good class - it's all about choosing the right words to help your kids to listen and to properly express themselves, without losing it yourself. Hopefully we'll get these techniques down now, before he gets super verbal.
We got to test some of our new-found skills at dinner tonight. Dax had a complete meltdown when we sat down to eat. We eventually figured out that he wanted to eat Daddy's taco and not the food on his plate (all the same things, btw). And, putting his food in a tortilla didn't cut it. But, as soon as I got a new tortilla, and made a fresh taco for him, he was fine. Whew. The only tears shed were his. Half success. I guess the Terrible Two's are starting.
with Mrs "Woof"
Dax liked the Elmo on Madison's diaper
Daddy trying to get the football out of the tree
Listening to the band with Avery
Avery trying her hardest to get Dax to dance with her
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