We don’t get out that much and are rarely around other kids, save for The Boy’s weekly Gymboree class, but this weekend we had a play date with a nineteen month old.
It went much better than expected. They played outside and The Boy got dirtier than he’s been since the poop-in-his-nose incident at birth. He ate a muffin, fell into a bush and had his first argument over sharing a toy car.
It did my heart an enormous amount of good to know that he can communicate with other kids, that our MS-related semi-seclusion doesn’t mean that he can’t keep up with day care-raised social butterflies when he does get to spend time with other kids. The Boy didn’t freak out and come running to me or to Hubs when the older kid bounded into our house and grabbed all of his toys. I’m so glad that he held his own against an older kid whose favorite word appears to be “mine!”
Yup, yesterday was everything I imagined it should be. Lots of giggles and squeals, lots of dirt and destruction, and tears of exhaustion followed by a nice, long nap at the end of it all.
I'll have to bring baby girl up sometime to play with the Boy. I promise that she'll be (mostly) gentle. :-)
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