Today has been just about as good as a day can possibly get! I got up with Brandon so Matt could sleep in (Sunday's my sleep in day). We had breakfast, played and read (If You Give a Mouse a Cookie - 4 times in a row, thus it was the inspiration for my title) until Matt woke up. Around mid-morning, we all headed over to my friend's house to pick her up so we could go to the OutGrow OutPlay sale. Matt left us to go to the sale while he went to pick up some things for the fence. I'm really glad Tracy came with me, otherwise I'd never have had a chance to look at what was on sale. We took turns watching over Brandon while the other looked around. I ended up leaving with a good haul - some clothes, a seriously annoying Elmo doll (I hate Elmo, but Brandon spent 15 minutes sitting and just watching it do it's thing...no brainer) and an ENORMOUS bear - just because I wanted to see Matt's face when he saw it! The picture of the bear is taken on one of the landings in our stairwell. The bear took up almost half the landing - it's huge!
The bear was worth every penny. Matt stuttered and stammered through trying to ask why, who, what, etc., for about 5 minutes! It wasn't until I told him the bear was only $20 that he finally warmed up to the idea. The thing is, we took the bear off the table, sat it down to see how Brandon reacted and he climbed into the bear's lap - it was SO cute. I wish I'd taken a picture, but I am terrible about thinking about those things in the spur of the moment. Thanks to the bear, the back of our car was packed full of stroller and bear...the rest was pretty inconsequential in comparison.
We dropped Tracy back at home and decided to go to a park to let Brandon burn off yet more steam. Even after spending over an hour running through the Ben Franklin Superdome, he still had energy to burn. We had such a good time at the park. Brandon was in a fabulous mood, smiling, laughing and running all over the place. He loved it whenever one of the bigger kids was on the play structures near him; he'd just smile and laugh with them - especially the girls. And, for the most part, the big kids that play around him are very considerate and careful, even though he makes their play slower.
There was one little boy who attached himself to us for about the last 20-30 minutes we were there. He was cute for about 5 of those minutes and by the end, I was ready to throttle him. His mother watched him from the pathway around the play area and occasionally yelled at him to be quiet or that they should go home. Yet they never left - WHY? At first, it was funny when he called me a monster and I played along with him. Then Matt pretended to be a monster and the boy said very loudly, "You're not a monster; only the woman is." A dad sitting with his two kids looked at me and laughed. Nice.
I can handle being known as a monster, but he also kept "shooting" at me with his fingers and talking about how he was shooting the monster or shooting the monster in the heart. The whole time I was sitting there thinking that THIS is why parents don't want their children playing at shooting guns. Okay, many parents don't - his mom apparently didn't have a problem with it. The boy was somewhere in the range of 9-11 years old and had watched way more Star Wars than I have. At one point, he declared that Brandon was on my team and that he was going to shoot him and then pretended to take a lightsaber and bring it down on his head. That was the point at which I was ready to leave. If I hadn't, that kid would have gotten an earful and so would his mom.
Okay, way too much focus on that little experience, which, despite being upsetting did not actually ruin the greatness of the day or even the trip to the park. After the park, we stopped by Tim Hortons - the evilest place in Canada to pick up some lunch for Matt. The silly man had skipped breakfast AND lunch. He wanted a combo and said for me to just have the coffee. Oh sweet temptation! I didn't resist, even though I totally SHOULD have! And, to make matters worse, I ordered a donut to go with it, because I've gotten into this horrendously bad habit of having something (not usually a donut) with my coffee whenever I go to Tim Hortons. I'm telling you, that place is pure evil!
I knew what I was doing was not good and I did it anyway, but I refuse to obsess over it. That one incident is not going to sabotage my diet - I won't let it. However, I have learned that I have absolutely no willpower when it comes to Tim Hortons and that it is best if I pretend I have an order of protection against me and stay at least 3 miles away from each and every one. That is so bloody hard to do when there is one every 3 freakin' miles! ;)