Tuesday nights are my only recurring nights with none of the children. So it is with great surprise that I find myself with a Baby C story to share with you this morning.
I had barely been home from work 10 minutes last evening when I heard the door knob on my front door begin to jiggle. This normally means either my niece or one of my nephews is here for a visit. They normally aren’t over until later in the evening, but whatever. I got up and opened the front door to find my mother and Baby C standing on the other side.
“Is everything okay?” I asked my mother.
“Yes, he just wanted to stop by and see you.” It was 5 o’clock. His mom normally picked him up in about 20 minutes.
“Oh, okay.” I opened the door the rest of the way and Baby C walked into the house and promptly turned around and slammed the door in my mother’s face.
“What are you doing, honey? You have to go with grandma so mommy can pick you up!” I told him.
He pointed toward the back patio where his Little Tikes car was parked. “My car?”
“Okay, we can ride in your car.” I told mom I would just keep Baby C with me and let his mother know that I had him. I told Baby C to give his grandmother some love and that we would then go ride in his car. He gave my mother a hug and a kiss, then slammed the front door in her face again. Sigh.
“Okay, let’s go, Daddy!” he excitedly exclaimed as he sprinted toward the back door. I slipped on my flip-flops and we headed out.
It had rained quite a bit over the weekend so I had to clean off the car so he didn’t get soaked while we traversed the neighborhood. Once I had the car as dry as I could get it, he hopped in and I commenced pushing him around the neighborhood.
We made it most of the way around the block before he kicked open the door and tried to get out – while the car was still moving. I closed the door and told him to wait until we got back to the house to get out of the car.
Once we were back at the front door he got out of the car and I asked him what he wanted to do. He pointed toward my mom’s house and said, “That way.” Then he got behind the car and started pushing it. He likes pushing the cars more than riding in them for some reason.
By this time it was already 5:20 and his mother would be there soon. I told him he could push the car around the house, but we weren’t going to grandma’s. He tried to go that way anyhow, but at that moment his mother pulled up.
He was excited about his mother’s arrival until he found out that meant he was leaving and couldn’t play with his car anymore. He began bawling.
“Don’t you want to go see mommy?” I asked.
He just wailed and pointed to his car.
“You can ride in your car when we get home,” his mother tried. He has a similar car at their house.
He continued to wail and pointed again to his car.
“Do you want to see granny?” I asked him.
“Yeeeeeeeees,” he whined through crocodile tears.
“Well you have to go with mommy, then,” I explained.
He started wailing again and pointing to his car. My poor baby.
I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him to have a good time with mommy and granny. “Okay,” he sobbed. I then told him to be a good boy for them. “Be good boy,” he whimpered sadly. Then I told him I love him. “Love you,” he whined.
And then he was gone. I watched as she drove away with my baby and I waved to him as they left. Then, it was just me.