Date Days

Warning, this is going to be a completely self indulgent post full of evidence that Ash is the most perfect child in the entire universe. But I'm not writing to flaunt, I promise. I'm writing out of pure anticipation that I will need to read this post from time to time as a reminder of his truly good natured soul whenever he decides to take a break from being perfect. You know, a piece of evidence to talk me off the ledge when he's simultaneously launching his dinner plate across the restaurant floor and leaking green gooey fluid out of both pant legs. Those times are when rereading this post will be helpful.

On to his perfectness...

Dad's working all weekend so I've deemed Saturday and Sunday "Mommy Ashton Date Days". We started with a stroll through Central Park where he pointed and said "what's that" to everything we passed. He's gotten so curious, wants to know what absolutely everything around him is called. Then we shared a hot dog and pretzel on a park bench where a very generous man who was just randomly walking through the park handing out free balloons to children stopped by to gift Ash not one, not two, but THREE balloons! It was like Christmas in March. Next we headed into the Central Park Zoo where we saw fishies and penguins and bears and monkeys and seals and colorful birds and turtles - again, kind of like Christmas in March. Our date day lunch was enjoyed at Landmarc, delicious mushroom and pea risotto for me, english muffin pizza for the boy. We even had an actual conversation reviewing all of the animal names we saw, not one crayon, book, or toy necessary - just mom and Ash chatting over lunch.

Finally we got back on the subway to head back to Brooklyn and thus commenced 30 of my most proud moments ever. Ashton honestly spent the entire time giggling, playing, chatting it up with his fellow Brooklynites, asking (and then repeating, repeatedly) everyone's names, high fiving anyone who would smile at him, they were honestly 30 of the best minutes on Earth. He single handedly turned a ridiculously crowded A train stock full of straphagers pissed off at the MTA for delays, reroutings, and subway stations that smell like poo into a car full of smiling happy giggling adults absolutely enamored with the perfect little boy hell bent on entertaining them.

Then at 8 o'clock on the nose he kissed me goodnight and tipped over in his big boy bed where, as long as karma is on a roll, he'll sleep blissfully until 9:00AM tomorrow. As for me, as soon as the delivery guy arrives with my sushi my day will officially be complete, and dad promised mom some time to go get a mani/pedi tomorrow when he gets home so I don't really need to wait until the end of Sunday to say this weekend rocked.