Let me explain something. Mom works from her home office teaching English to Chinese students via the internet. She works up lesson plans and works with so many students
She had an overnight presentation [I'm sure that I am not getting the details right] and was wondering if I could spend a bit of time with Logan while she took a power nap to compensate.
I jumped at the chance and texted back "YES!"
Logan is 5 and full of surprises. I had some pumpkin projects to do and said that we could paint pumpkins and decorate them.
I went downstairs and retrieved the wooden blocks I'd saved from the house remodel. I'd sanded and painted them just for the purpose of having little people come to the house and building with them. I've got very fond memories of my children playing with blocks from my mother's house that she and dad built....and memories of playing with a box of odd wooden pieces that my Grandparents put together from the building of their house.
I dug out some acrylic paints and a few tiny pumpkins.
As a second thought, I gathered all of my acquired toys in a basket and brought them downstairs too. Many of the toys were those that Logan had given me over the past two years to 'play' with and take home when I'd watched him at his house.
I was ready when I got the text: "We are on our way."
While the black pumpkin dried enough to tip over and get painted on the bottom, Logan decided to use some red paint and then red glitter glue to decorate the second pumpkin.
While the projects did some more drying we decided to explore the blocks and toys.
And I learned how to build a proper castle.
And we filled it with Dinosaurs, donkeys, skunks, My Little Ponies and trolls. However the Soldiers were the favorites.
Charlie inspects the toy basket and then sits on the couch to watch...
And a huge battle ensued.
Toys got waylaid all over the living room floor. The castle seemed to get blown up from the sound effects...
And we went back to the kitchen to check on the pumpkins while the toys recovered...
This is a proper 'scarey' pumpkin with red diamond eyes, nose and mouth.
After Logan returned home and I came back from walking with him, my husband quipped:
It is a good thing you have someone your OWN age to play with.
I grinned. I had such a good morning with Logan! Rich enjoyed watching and talking with Logan.
I hope we get to play again.