Noodle Boy is a nickname my son had when he was a tiny guy and I started this blog. His nickname changes all the time. (Don't worry, we keep his real name the same.) He is completely awesome. Read on and see for yourself!

Saturday, March 26, 2011

An Adventure

I don't work on Tuesdays or Fridays, so we usually spend those days either running errands or doing chores at home. I was planning on this past Friday being a chore day because there was a ton of laundry to do, but Jon had other ideas.

"Mom, is this a daycare day or a stay home day?"

"Stay home day. We need to do laundry."

"Laundry again?! Oh no, no NO! I can't do laundry again! I do that every day! I just give up!" And he flopped over on the floor and rolled back and forth moaning, "Noooooo, not the laundreeeee. Ooooohhhhh noooooo."

This was more drama than I was prepared for, particularly since it was 6:15 in the morning and we had only been out of bed about three minutes.

"Hey, how 'bout we worry about breakfast first and then we'll figure out what we're going to do with our day? Would that be ok? Mommy really needs a Coke."

He very reluctantly gave up the moaning and we headed to the kitchen.

"Mom, I need some eggs before our adventure. And a smoovie." (smoothie)

"Our adventure?"

"Yeah. You know, when we go somewhere today? Our ad-venture. It's gonna be a GOOD one."

Looks like laundry's out for the day.

The good thing about Jon is that adventure is easy to come by. Just throw a little enthusiasm his way and he'll have a great time. And I'm GREAT at enthusiasm.

The first stop on our adventure was at city hall to get our pool pass for the summer.

"What we doing here, Mom?"

"We're going to get our pool pass."

"Oh my goodness! I've never even been in here before! What IS this place?"

"City Hall..." Using a hushed voice and raising my eyebrows made it mysteeeeerious.

"City Hall?! Are you kidding me? Look at all those papers on that bulletin board! This place is amazing!"

"I know it! Just wait till you see where we're going next." This brought a round of anticipatory giggling that was fantastic.

"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?!"

"We're going to the bank, and we're going to use a secret door. AND, we're going to walk there."

"We're not even taking the Tahoe? That's silly! Let's go!"

The bank is less than a block from City Hall, it would have been silly if had taken the Tahoe. And the "secret door"? Well, the school administration office is in the same building as the bank, you just hang a right instead of a left. I had to drop off a sweatshirt I borrowed from a friend who works there. Jon's been there a dozen times. But we've never referred to the door as a "secret door", so you know, now it's an adventure.

"Oh, MOM. There's birdhouses here-inside! And there's candy in that bowl! Do you think it's for boys?" He asked in that not very quiet kid-whisper.

"Yes, they knew you were coming." They really didn't. His eyes bugged out of his head. It was awesome.

"That's amazing!"

Next stop on our adventure was Orscheln (a farm and home store), which is about 20 minutes away. Instead of taking the usual beaten path we went the "sneaky way" which involved a few gravel roads and winding through a couple of new neighborhoods.

Jon always loves a trip to Orscheln. There's all kinds of outdoorsy stuff, farm toys, and a variety of dangerous items for him to get a hold of and give me a heart attack with-insecticide, cattle prods, live animal traps, etc.

"Mom look! A pirate face!" That would be the symbol for "poison" on some rat killer. Good find.

You know the Loud Mom Voice came out, right?

"HEY HOW 'BOUT WE DON'T PLAY WITH THE POISON TODAY, OK? THE PIRATE FACE MEANS POISON. LET'S NOT TOUCH POISON." How do kids not die here? "COME WITH ME THERE'S ONE MORE SURPRISE-AWAY FROM THE POISON."

The next part actually was kind of a fun little adventure. Every spring they have baby ducks and chicks and bunnies at Orscheln. Jon went crazy when he saw all that fluff!

"MOM! They got baby chickens and ducks and BUNNIES here! LOOK! Them guys eat grape nuts! Hey, tell that guy not to sleep in the cereal bowl! That one's pooping! Right in his drink! DON'T POOP IN YOUR DRINK, CHICKY!"

Luckily the store was pretty vacant at 11:30 on a Friday morning so nobody heard him going out of his tiny little head over the fluffies. After about 10 more minutes of squealing I convinced him that the fluffies needed to take naps so we headed out. We had to stop and spin every single garden pinwheel decoration in the store on the way out, but he was going without a fight so I was more than happy to wait.

On the way home, right before his little eyes fluttered shut he said, "Mom, this was a great adventure."

I thought so too.

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