When James came home from daycare we spent a lot of time outside golfing. He loves golf again. It makes me happy for him.
We spotted a plane in the sky. James told me, "Mama, Dada is on a trip. He's way up in the sky." So he waved at the plane. It was very cute.
Even cuter was the moment he stopped, mid-swing, to grunt and very obviously poop! He stood very still and strained. I tried to get him to put down the club and finish inside, or at least go inside and change his pull-up but he cried. A minute later I insisted.
Later, Daddy called us on video chat! James didn't even blink at the concept. I told him it was a "computer phone" and we had a great couple of minutes filling in Daddy on the day's activities.