First day of summer

Today was pretty exhausting, as are most weekends. Elias woke up about 5:50 this morning, then, like every morning, got me up by clapping his hands (I picture him summoning his butler). I tried really hard to sleep in after that but was thwarted by Elias popping in every-more-frequently to bring me books, toys, and the cup of dried bananas I'd given him to tide him over, always urging "Up, Mamma, up!" I finally stumbled out and read him some books and watched some PBS: a BBQ cooking show and part of a travel show on Florence (I'd seen those very sights just a couple years ago!). Then I realized we were late for church and did some scrambling. It was the first time that I didn't give Elias at least one sit-down breakfast.

At church I volunteered for infant/toddler daycare. Elias usually really likes going there, but this time wasn't so happy because I was there. There were 38(!) kids, and many were crying. I found out Elias really doesn't like me comforting other kids--he'd see me picking someone else up and run over to defend his claim on me, demanding to be picked up also. He doesn't always need to be the center of attention, as long as he's the center of MY attention.

He only napped about an hour today, much to my chagrin. Afterwards I filled up a pot with sudsy water for him to play with on the deck. I ducked back inside to do something, and returned to find his face completely covered with suds. He decided to taste the bubbles, as well as stir them up with the spatula. We both thought it was pretty funny and a good way to cool off on a hot day.