PonderEthereal

I took Ethan out tonight. First we went to see Kung Foo Panda. No… first, I made us peanut butter and jellies and THEN we went to see Kung Foo Panda. We screeched in just in time to miss the previews and found seats right on the isle. The movie was definitely a giggler. In fact, it was more fun going to watch it when kids were in there because something would happen on the screen and every kid in the place would start laughing with those cute little belly laughs until they were about to pee in their pants. We left arm in arm laughing about the pinky move.

As we laughed our way out onto the sidewalk, we saw a new Japanese restaurant right outside the theater. I said without thinking ‘we could go eat Japanese’ and so he pulled me in and we were seated. I ordered a scallop roll and Ethan ordered… well.. ramen noodles. Surprise, surprise. Only. It wasn’t the Americanized, over processed, non veggie havin’ Ramen noodles he was expecting. It had like.. you know.. green stuff in it.. and real meat. So we fed each other with chopsticks. I teased him about the tasty looking green lump of wasabi and ‘oh, wouldn’t he like to try it’ and he was kind enough to drop my next bite of chicken right on top of it. We laughed about how Japanese people might eat soup with chopsticks and about how he might very well starve to death if he were ever stranded in Japan.

He got up to go to the bathroom and the (very HOT) waitress came over and said “I know this will sound weird… but I saw you with your son and I think that you are great with him.” And I said thank you and I smiled all the way back to the car, arm and arm with my boy. Who then climbed into the back seat and fell asleep on the way home.

We got home and Tobi was waiting at the door wagging his whole body. He couldnt wait till I crouched down so that he could sniff and lick me till he was satisfied that I hadn’t lost any pieces on that long trip away from home. I sat down on the couch and child and dog climbed into my lap and we sat there for a minute before I realized that child was in my lap and not in bed and it was almost an hour an a half after his bed time.

He goes to his dad’s in a week and while part of me is excited to finally have the house to myself and total non-mom-me time for like two months, part of me will miss him a whole lot and I know that I’ll be ready for him to come home at the end of the summer.