Playgroup and Robots

Today we had our first playgroup and it was fabulous. We must have a jillion kids in our ward under the age five, and I’m pretty sure all of them were there. It was a potluck just like we did in Arlington, and it really was a great way to meet and visit with some other mommies.

One thing I noticed today was that everyone seems to have only just recently moved into the ward over the past year or so. I actually met 3 girls (besides moi) who’ve just moved in within the past 3 months! So we’re all newbies together, and that was somehow comforting (though truly, I really can’t consider myself a newbie any longer, seeing as we moved here in June). So it’s time for me to stop caterwauling about being the new girl and try to make others feel welcome.

But seriously, it was like the balm of Gilead to chat with the other moms in the ward. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I forgot my children were there…several times in fact. Not a good thing. The boys could’ve been hitchhiking along the highway for all I knew.

When we finally got home, Stevie went over to his little friend’s house down the street. David was a tad put out at not being invited, and so we decided to play robots instead. And by robots I mean blocks, but for some reason he calls them “robots” so I at least tried to make a robot out of my blocks. Here’s mine:


Here’s David’s. I swear he did this completely by himself. Is it normal for a 2 year old to be able to stack blocks 9 high?

Anyway, he soon lost interest and promptly put the blocks container on his head, walking jerkily around the room and saying “GI-ANT-RO-BOT” in a monotone voice.

Strange kid. Hilarious, but strange.