We have a standing Monday afternoon playdate with many of Cole's friends at our house each week. He gets very excited each Monday morning as typically when I get him dressed, we talk about what we will be doing that day. He rarely forgets what I say so if we haven't done something or gone somewhere or something hasn't occurred yet that I mentioned then by 4pm he is peppering me with queries. It amazes me that he goes all day with that information processing in his little head like a check-off list of sorts.
On Mondays he knows that his buddies are coming AFTER naptime and I bolded AFTER because for awhile ALL day (and by all day, every 15 minutes), he would be inquiring about when his friends were coming. After what seemed like forever emphasizing the preposition AFTER, Cole finally made the realization that playdate was truly a post-nap event!
He and I normally make bread, muffins or some sort of treat each week along with providing fruit to share with our friends during playtime. I involve him with the setup each week, he helps put out napkins and plates and helps me carry the food down to the playroom.
Recently, he has begun literally popping up from his nap on Monday and immediately says still groggy with warm damp hair pressing against his forehead..."Mom, Mom, we have to get out our snacks for our friends...hurry...hurry, they are coming". He is so insistent and so with an agenda that despite the fact that we are at least 40 minutes out from our first arrival, he wants to be READY. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse that he has acquired his mother's inclination to be prepared way ahead of schedule!
So we set up our playroom area, put on some music, secure Tucker in a bedroom (with 6-7 pre-schoolers around, Tucker is better off in a safe place) and bring out our snacks. With a happy grin on his face, he'll say "Okay friends, you can come now"!. It makes me laugh out loud at his absolute adorableness!
We then open the curtains on the big picture window and sit on the couch watching for our friend's cars to pull up. He knows the "mommy cars" (meaning who drives what) which is just mind-bending to me. He then goes into a frenzy running back and forth as whoever arrives first takes the 20 minutes to unwrap themselves from the 50 layers of clothing it takes to venture out here in Minnesota in the wintertime.
Funny thing is that the kids come in and immediately begin asking for snacks and Cole happily obliges in showing them where they can be found. He is like a proud peacock leading his 3 year old peers downstairs for snacks. I am not sure why he has fixated on the snack thing but it sure is cute to watch unfold each week. Who knows maybe he'll grow up to be a restaurateur!?
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