



Today I took off from work. Usually when I do this, Liam goes to "school", Adam goes to work and I have peace and quiet...alone to do all the things that I want to do, but never have the time to do them. (This usually means endless hours in front of the TV). Today was different. Mom and Dad are on vacation...eating lobster and crab in the Hamptons, spinning tales, and living the high life and "school", for Liam, is not open on Fridays. It's nice. It's nice to be home with Liam. We have the whole day to run around, be silly, NOT clean the house, and nap and play cars at our leisure.
Well, we had a couple of errands to do today. So we headed out, after packing up the "awesome cars that need to come with us momma" and headed to Shopko. He crawled out of his car seat, instantly took my hand "so I don't get squished like a bug", and we headed in. He picked our cart because it had a TON of flyers in it (I hate carts with crap left in them...but they seem to be his favorite). Then he assumed his position at the very front of the cart. I looked at him today, while he was riding on the outside of the cart (like you're sooooo not supposed to) and I thought to myself: "When the hell did he grow tall enough and strong enough to do that?!?" I watched him in the store as he picked out toys he wants to write on his list for Santa...how chartreuse was a color "I don't like"...and how badly he wants to be a pirate for Halloween. After leaving Shopko, we headed to the library. He's a pro there! I had no idea where to dump the books we needed to return, I didn't know where the "cool toys" were, and sadly, I didn't know where they had story time. I'm thankful that I have parents that see the value in trips to the library and take Liam there on a regular basis. So, as I'm renewing my library card (the last time I used it, I was still a Pearson...holy shit), Liam told the lady behind the counter: "My Grandma brings me to the library all the time." And the next breath he said: "My Papa plays with the train with me." I had to smile and swear I teared up...
Gotta love moms for doing those things that you wish you could do more of!!
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