Baby Blog

Loyal readers of this blog know well my baby boy’s way with the ladies. It started in earnest at six months old when he spent all his time flirting with the older women (you know the two and three year olds) and ended with him flirting with anyone of any age as long as they were female. Since learning to talk my baby boy has made some senior citizens very happy by calling them “girls” and grinning.

So when his favorite three year old girl Amy asked him over to her house for a real play date, he couldn’t stop grinning. I know he didn’t know what she was saying but she was talking to him and he is a tad infatuated with this beautiful, happy go lucky little girl who always has time for a little boy half her age.

After exchanging phone numbers, allergy information and possible snack choices, the moms set up the playdate for the following week. On the morning in question, I dressed Nik in his favorite Thomas the Tank Engine outfit (his friend is also a fan of the little blue train), placed his sunglasses on his face, his train conductor’s hat on his head and took him over to Ms. Amy’s house.

And then when everything was going right for baby Nik it started to go wrong for baby Nik’s mom.

We knocked on the door and we heard an excited Amy bound down the split level steps before checking with mom if she could open the door. Her excited face said everything and she hugged my son before dragging him into the house. As Amy has a habit of dragging Nik around he just grinned and let the lady lead.

After exchanging pleasantries with Amy’s mom and handing over the diaper bag, I said my goodbyes. Amy placed the baby gate at the top of the stairs and waved at me.

“Thanks for stopping Trish! Bye now!” Nik looked a little confused. I waved at my baby boy telling him to be good. He looked at me, looked at Amy, considered the proximity of the baby gate and squealed in delight. And that was the last I saw of him before Amy dragged him by his overall strap down the hallway to her room.

Two hours later, after running several errands and enjoying a long session at the gym, I returned to pick up my baby boy. I expected to hear stories of tears and baby trauma, Nik clinging to the baby gate and screaming for his mama, shows of tantrums and bad behavior because he wanted to go home.

Oh mama, what a disappointment you were in for.

“Nik was an angel. He only said “no” once, they played hard for two hours and even enjoyed a cruise down the street in Amy’s little red wagon. They were adorable,” said Amy’s mom with an obvious look of relief behind her smiling polite eyes.

“He didn’t cry when he realized I was gone? He didn’t throw a fit? He was polite? He was good at sharing? He didn’t cry?”

But alas my son had an absolute blast never giving me a second thought. Even when I showed up he said “hey” in my general direction and just kept playing. When he was getting strapped into his car seat twenty minutes later, realizing his date with Amy had come to an end, he had a meltdown.

I know I should be happy that my only child is a well adjusted happy go lucky social sharing bright little butterfly. And I am; I just kinda wish he actually missed me a little. It’s silly I know and I should realize that my teaching him to be an adaptable independent child (it’s in his genes so it’s not too difficult) I’m doing a good job with him.

But not even a single tear?

Oh how I love my baby boy.