This weekend with Zachary was the best in a long time.
Picked up around 1630 from the childminder, I was greeted with a small boy launching himself through door and around my neck, swiftly following with a big kiss planted on my lap. He the spend fives minutes showing me things he’d made at school for me (beautiful Christmas card, an angel and a glittery paper bauble) – all of which are now situated on various surfaces around the house.
We went back home, enjoyed a stir-fry dinner followed by, as is his usual request, a little of the Toy Story (ep2) film. We also played with a toy which allows you to put all sorts of features onto otherwise bland faces. He had a girl with long hair, a pirate hat, a wand, eye patch and a bow tie. I wish I’d taken some pictures.
Bedtime, which has traditionally been troublesome at times, was an easy affair too. We set the Bunny Clock for 0730 and he told me he wouldn’t get out of bed until bunny opened his eyes.
The following morning, at 0730 he bounded into the room, clock and book in hand. He joined me for two minutes on a long distance call and then we snuggled and read some of the book before breakfast.
After breakfast I made the journey to my mother’s house, and spent lunch and some of the afternoon there with my brothers and grand parents. Zachary played games, hoovered(!) and ate all his dinner.
Saturday evening, back home, was good too, we read some books, watched the rest of Toy Story 2 and then he went to bed.
Sunday started slow, he bundled into my room wanting to spend ten minutes or so snuggling under the duvet before heading back to his room to allow me a further 20-30 minutes of sleep – lovely.
We then spent the day wandering around some shops – I treated him to another Toy Story book for us to read together (you may get the idea that he lovesToy Story – you’d be right!) and then went to the Buzz Zone for an hour or so.
Back home, Zachary and I wrapped presents, wrote cards and before heading back to his Mum’s, read some a couple of the new stories while snuggled up on the sofa.
He was also sad to be going back to him Mum’s, and told me he wishes he could have spent longer with me this weekend. I wish he could have too.