Not mine. Ethan's. A couple months ago, my MIL bought Ethan a swingset. This is one of those cedar swing sets with a little house and slide, two swings, a teeter-totter swing and monkey bars. It's pretty pimp. Well, it took the husband quite a few weekends to put the thing together, but it's finally in place.
Our neighbor has a seven-year-old little girl that also thought the swing set was pretty cool. And so I said she was welcome any time. While we're not the best of friends with the neighbors, we do talk and used to walk in the mornings, but 5 a.m. is tough to stick with. I like our neighbors. And I was happy to reach out. And I'm STILL happy.
She came over Sunday and the most amazing thing happened. I was able to gets tons of stuff done while the kids played. And Ethan was in HEAVEN! This little girl seemed to be having a fun time as well. And she came back last night to play. They seem to have fun together.
Now I know it's fleeting. After all, she's seven. She's only going to find a 3.5 year old entertaining for so long, but still, I plan to enjoy it while I can. I can see the benefit of having other kids come over. While I need to be within ear shot, it frees up my hands to focus on things that need to be done around the house. It's awesome. I've thought about how nice it'll be when Ethan is old enough to have sleep overs. Of course, bed time will be a challenge. After all, kids never want to go to sleep during sleep overs, but I can also see the benefits and the fun that could be had.
And what's even better than that is that I can see what moments will be like in the future with the boys. Sure, they'll be brothers, so they'll fight and argue and everything else, but there will be times, too, when they play. How nice will that be?
And it's so sweet to see Ethan's face light up when she comes over and to hear him talk about his friend! I love listening to him play with other kids. It's awesome!
Okay, so now that my pity party is over, I should tell you all that the girls are taking me to lunch Monday to "celebrate" the upcoming arrival. I'm still convinced this was a last minute planning effort, but I'll take it and be happy and feel better. It's the thought that counts, I presume, regardless of when said thought occurs. My luck? I'll have the baby before then!