So this weekend Sam and I were alone (mommy had to work during the day). And we had some fun. Saturday we worked on getting the house in order and picked up the toys, and did the laundry, went to church, and then watched some Pingu (which is his favorite penguin on netflix apparently). On Sunday he decided to get up waaaaay to early and so we had little to do, so we went to the park and played catch (well, as much as I can play catch with a 2.5 year old, I threw the ball and he picked it up and put it back in my glove... he did try throwing a few times, he's much better with an over hand throw than the under hand), and he played on the slides, swings, and some ride-able dinosaurs (raptors I think); then we took mommy some lunch from chipoltle, and went home... he fell asleep once we pulled in and I put him down for a nap. Then we went back to the park and played a little more.
It's kind of nice to have this father/son bonding time. I know that I'm lucky to be able to do it when he's this young and impressionable - but I keep thinking maybe I need to do something else with him, and maybe I need to have some down time to myself.
Maybe that's what this blog is about... my downtime and musing what I could be doing instead ;)