well I hate to see the moving truck in the driveway

next door is a rental property and for the past year we have been fortunate to have friendly, quiet, well mannered neighbors who most importantly have a son just a few years younger than C. They were fast & furious friends and playmates we will be sad to see them leave. And sit in fear of the next family that might move in....ya never know with rentals!

finally got the kid out of the house

In the past I have complained about the lack of kiddies in our neighborhood. C is constantly peering out his window trying to figure out if either kid he plays with is around and available for play.
MIL on the other hand has kiddies in her neighborhood one kid lives across the street and C finally met & made friends with him this weekend plus I know of another boy that C was in 1st grade with lives a few houses down the road. I have mentioned more than once that it would be ok for him to go out & play with them, now trips over to mee-maw's house are usually full of going shopping for new toys/games, playing video games & watching movies, eating her out of house and home-generally speaking I have no problem with the indulgence but since he is over there 2 afternoon/evenings a week this summer while I am in class I was glad to hear yesterday she let him out to play. That is after calling D to make sure it was ok and she still walked him across the street but out to play it was indeed! The boys apparently had a rip roaring good time and C came back safe and sound and in one piece having had a great time with plans for more playtime tomorrow.

really out numbered

clearly an all boys night last night pizza followed by theTransformers DVD & popcorn I went to bed happily and left the boys to it all. Bedtime was about midnight I did get woken up for that and makes 5.30 a little rougher but I managed isn't what coffee is for?
The popcorn is an issue and it is an issue that amuses me. C's grandmother has turned him into a popcorn junkie I can't even walk past the DVD player and C is wanting popcorn. She generally buys cheapo generic stuff and frequently sends him home with a packet or 2. Last month I thought I would be nice and bought some of the "good stuff" just Orville Redenbacher-and is it just me or is it creepy they have started using him the television ads again he is dead and all-C did not like that at all and can you please buy something else mommy? ask mee-maw what she buys. Luckily we had one of the brand-x packets left for last night would hate to embarrass the boy in front of his buddy well at his first sleepover anyway we have plenty of time to be embarrassing parents...
and so I slipped out of the house and escaped to work leaving 3 snoring boys & a dog who my guess is started snoring shortly after I left.

the sleepover

so C's buddy is the grandson of the couple next door.
He is older maybe 5th grade I think-
each time I look at him all I can think is oh good an older friend to buy C beer when he is in high school

neighborhoods

my brother & I were fortunate(as were my parents) when we were kids the neighborhood we grew up in was on a cul-de-sac and almost every house on the street had kids and we were all pretty much in similar age ranges so there was always someone to play with. Unfortunately C does not have that luxury. One girl lives next door & is the same age but she is away for the summer plus her parents seem to be busy people-at least busier than we are so she is frequently not home. We have an older couple right next door who get the occasional visit from their grand kids(a girl & boy), C plays with them, well mostly the boy who is maybe 3 years older but that is it on our street kid-wise the only other kids are jr high to high school older. There is another boy that was in C's kindergarten class that lives sort of behind us but there are fences & it involves dropping off & picking up or staying & being social which quite frankly is ok most of the time but not today..I hate arranging play dates & I hate calling them play dates it makes me feel like "one of those moms" you know the ones that arrange every aspect of their child's life.I wish I could just send him out the door & tell him to listen for the bell to come home-my parents have a dinner bell sort of thing or maybe it was for a boat, I don't know, but when they rang it you had to go one home. One boy ALWAYS thought it was the ice cream man-seriously for years he fell for it you could probably ring it today & that's what he would think it was!