just like the old days

by Amy Turn Sharp


Blaise stayed with grandma and papa this weekend and Finn and I were able to have some quality time together. Sometimes I feel like I am just lumping them together as a finn&blaise sandwich of naughtiness lately. I am forever telling finn&blaise to stop this and that and behave and it was really refreshing to hang out with my little man Finn solo.

We did soccer and sunshine and 70's music all day Saturday.
We went to the workshop and had a picnic with dad.
We talked. We laughed. We played.

And although I know Finn was seething with jealousy over the fact that Blaise slept in his little bed at Grandma's (in a room where there is a TV! OMG) and that Blaise got to ride the tractors and run on the green green fields and have waffles or pancakes each day for breakfast- he loved being with us here too. He got to stay up late last night with his beloved babysitter when mom and dad had a date and this morning he will probably get to boss me around and plan our day.

You could tell that he needed it as much as I did.
I could feel it in the way he focused all of his attention on me.
Like a light shone all over me-his hazel eyes peering at me much of the day.
I was bigger and badder and cooler than any Transformer or Lego action figure yesterday.
I was his source of star power and it was awesome.