Pick up at Daycare

I picked the boys up at daycare today. First time in a long time I was able to get them both.

I chose to grab Owyn first. When I walked in to the two's, he was in the back behind the barrier. I call it the bull pen. They were all still down on their pallets, but he had just woken up. I mean JUST woken up. He saw me, took a second to realize it was me, smiled all big, got up and marched across the room to me, smiling. About the time he hit the mid point he started crying and cryed all the way to me. I picked him up and took him over to be changed. He cried while his diaper was changed and then he was happy. I carried him in to Rhys' room and he clung to me, patting me on the back and cuddling his head up to me.

When we got to Rhys' room, they had just gone outside. Mr. Keith, Rhys' old teacher, had the class and called out to Rhys that "Your daddy's here". Rhys didn't care. I walked outside and set Owyn down. He trundled off towards his brother, who saw us, smiled and came running over to give me a hug. I gathered up both boys and went inside. Owyn was holding his jacket and we went and got Rhys'. The three of us walked out.

In the entrance area there is a basket with crackers in it. Both boys arrowed in on that like Sidewinder missiles. Owyn grabbed a packet of Graham crackers. Rhys grabbed two. We went outside and got in the car, Owyn holding out his crackers for me to open. Rhys stuck his in the door and forgot about them.

Rhys had not had an accident, and had been good all day, so he got to go bye bye. Bye bye with both boys is a herculean task. Rhys always wants to go to Collectormania, (Daddy's Store). When we got there I set Owyn down and Rhys headed for the snack section. He tried to get each of the boys a bag of M&M's, I made them share. Tragedy. Rhys also grabbed some water out of the fridge.

The boys pulled up chairs at a table and ate their candy. Rhys' favorites are peanut butter M&M's but they were out, so he had to settle for Peanut. There was a kid in there reading a comic book and another painting some mini's. Tim, the owner, and I talked about the new game coming out and how he had managed to get an advance copy of the rules, which would be there on Friday. Owyn spilled the water on his seat and the floor. Rhys motored back to the bathroom, grabbed some paper towels and cleaned it up. He did a thourough job of it too.

We kept talking as the boys finished their snack and decided it was play time. At first they played on the floor. Rhys had brought in a car, (which, come to think of it, I don't think we walked out of there with). They crawled around on the floor playing with that, then crawl/chased each other around the game tables. When that got dull they found the discount basket of paints on the floor and started running around the store with those.

Tim had gotten in a bunch of pop for the store, but had not stocked the fridge yet. The bottles were set on the floor in such a way that there was an enclosed area between them. Owyn decided it would be fun to move all of the paints from the basket to this new spot. Rhys decided that this looked like a good way to get in trouble, so jumped in with both feet.

They were having a grand old time when Rhys stood up and hit his ear on the paint rack. He manged to cut it behind the ear, right at the crease. He lost his mind for no more than thirty seconds, then was right back to playing. He is a very brave little boy who is not much put out by pain.

Eventually I just couldn't take any more so we had to leave. I snatched them both up and took them outside, apparently leaving behind the car and the water we bought. I got Owyn shackled into his seat and chased Rhys down the sidewalk, catching him just in time to put him in Mama's car, as she was pulling up to take him bye bye again. Owyn and I came home.

No more dual trips to Collectormania. One kid at a time only.