We’re winding down from a busy weekend of fun, visiting, and birthday celebrations. Cameron is four! He got almost all of his birthday wishes: a visit from Betty, a birthday party, a chocolate rocket cake with candles for him to blow out. He’s just missing one birthday wish, which I have to repeatedly assure him I’ve not forgotten about. There’s a restaurant at the very top of Harbour Centre, one that revolves around so you can see the whole city, and it has elevators that are on the outside of the building. He wants to go there for lunch, and he wants to push the buttons for the elevator. He’s been aching to do this for months! We’ll probably do that next weekend.
So now it’s time to settle in and play with new toys, wearing new clothes. His space shuttle occupies him for hours. Last night we played round after round of Pengoloo, and he’s getting the hang of it ever so quickly. He’s already figured out that he doesn’t need to show me what colour egg is under the penguin he checks – but he hasn’t yet learned to not say the colour. And he hasn’t yet learned to lie about the colour! He’s fascinated by Camelot Jr, and I’d guess it won’t be long before he’s playing with that at the table while I make dinner. Immediately after getting home tonight we went out to the patio with his new hockey sticks and puck (light plastic, so I’m not yet worried about the kitchen window). We yelled, cheered, scored, and laughed in the fresh air. Then we came in and set up his train tracks – he has a new elevated section and new rail cars. Last of all before dinner he had another package to open from Grandma and Grandpa. Books, some of the gingerbread cookies he’d helped make and decorate (worked very well as a bribe to get him to eat dinner), and a camera of his own! He was just about beside himself with excitement at this, and can’t wait to try it out. Why didn’t he? Ahhhh. Batteries. I don’t have enough of the right kind. Silly mama, I knew it was coming and didn’t ensure I had the right ones. It’s neat – he’s making the decisions as to what to do or play with, and he’s going through his new toys one by one, devoting his time and attention to it, really getting into it.
Then wind-down time for bed. He has a few new books, and is eager to read them. Last night he happily hopped into bed, hugging A Stranger in the Forest. “Betty brought it for me,” he said, eyes bright, as he handed it to me. Tonight it was The Snow Bear’s turn, equally cherished. Tomorrow I’ll plant the idea of poems – Where the Sidewalk Ends.
I have the feeling that this is going to be a fun year filled with so many new adventures.