Foosa's First Playdate

Sure, he's played in the vicinity of other kids before, but he's never really played with another kid for any length of time. Today we went to the pumpkin farm with friends of ours and their son H. And then back to our house to watch football. H and Foosa didn't really seem interested in playing together at the farm, but once we got back to the house and the toys came out, yay!! First there was some toy stealing back and forth, but eventually they started playing together. H would push the bubble mower, Foosa would chase the bubbles. There was duplo (lego) play. And there were two mylar balloons that had blown into our yard that were tied together...they eventually figured out how to play with them together too. It was adorable! Foosa even hugged H when he was getting ready to go home. With my pending unemployment, hopefully there will be more fun times ahead for the two of them.

Foosa Does the Laundry

From a tender age, Foosa has been very good about putting his clothes in the laundry hamper. Much better than his father. Even better than me. Sometimes he gets so excited he puts clean clothes in too. Then there was what happened today. I had brought up a huge load of clean laundry. Sorted and folded it all. Started putting it away, and immediately noticed that the new pjs I had just bought from Kohl's (online) were the wrong size. Even though the tag I cut off before washing it had the size I ordered listed on it, the actual item is marked different and way too small. And of course I had thrown away the packing slip, which I never do, but I am trying really hard to eliminate clutter in my life, so this time, yup - went out with the recycling this morning.

So I turn around to call Kohl's to see if they can send me another packing slip (have to have it to return in store, they don't do free shipping I'll be darned if I'm paying shipping to get an incorrect item back to them). Got disconnected three times before giving up, figuring I'll just bring my order confirmation to the store and hope for the best.

Turn back around to witness Foosa gleefully throwing the last of the clean laundry in the hamper. He was beaming with pride. All of it. Every single item that had been meticulously sorted and folded was all balled up and back in the hamper. 'All done!' he exclaimed.

Sigh.

:)