Rainy day

K has realized that I'm not going to work anymore (although I've vaguely implied that I sometimes "work at home") and has been asking to stay home with me and X. For the past few weeks, he's been home with me once or twice a week. Today I decided to give him a daycare vacation so we could go to a fun event in Boston's Public Garden. Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate and we ended up at home most of the day. He made me sing "We Go Together" from "Grease" about forty times in a row and we learned some new knock knock jokes. We played pirates and danced to songs on the iPod. Our big outing was to the shoe store, where I was a little concerned to learn that K's shoe size hasn't changed in well over six months. He made a friend and ran around with her while I looked for shoes and chased him down once in a while to try on a new pair. At dinnertime he refused to eat the mushroom pizza and we got in an argument about dessert. Finally I set a timer and told him that when it went off, we were going to leave the table and get ready for bed. Once he realized this was not a punishment, somehow this reset his bad mood. Before bed he sang an impromptu and very long song about the joys of nudity featuring a litany of nude activities, including "Eat dinner nude, go to space nude, swim underwater nude, go to school nude, do all the things that you can do nude!" I got a neck-up video of the tail end of this. He watched it and laughed and laughed. I laughed too, but I was thinking, "One day I'll show this to your future spouse!"