We took Cooper to a McDonald’s Play Palace on Saturday. Big night. We have brutal cabin fever at our house so any outing sounded great. This was our first time at a play place so we didn’t know what Coop would do. Well, I am pretty sure he died and went to heaven. He ran and jumped and loved every sensory overload part of it. I climbed in the tunnels for his first trip through and after that he was off.
When it was time to go I climbed in the tunnel to get him. I could hear a little boy talking. “You’re the baby shark and I’m the daddy shark and this is the mommy shark. When someone comes up the stairs let’s get ’em!” Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would find Cooper with these kids. I round the corner and Cooper and 2 other little ‘sharks’ attacked me. My heart burst. If I ever had a worry about social skills this moment put them all to rest. My non verbal son had made two friends and was playing. (I’m smiling and crying as I type this. Thank God.)
I also gave Cooper a haircut. I know I mentioned in a previous post that Cooper’s worst sensory issue is getting his haircut. So, I bought a clippers and did it myself. OH MY!!!!!! I was scared as balls but I did it anyways. If someone said I will give you a million dollars right now if you take Cooper into a salon to get his haircut I would say no. Or at least think long and hard about it. It’s that bad. So, I put the little peanut in a chair, tied a cape on him, gave him an iPhone and read the instructions for the clippers. And bam. Hair Cut! He looks way cuter with shaggier hair but that’s ok. Another issue tackled. The clippers cost $25.00 and the years I saved on my life are priceless.
What else….ah yes…something funny. Cooper never stops talking. Well, he never stops making noise. And it’s not babbling and it’s not talking. But its constant sounds. All vowels. Cooper actually got in trouble at daycare last week for talking during nap time. I laughed out loud when I heard that one. Now if the kid could just get one word out.
Lastly, we recently joined a church. And we spend 99% of our time in the crying room. Which is okay for now but it sure would be nice to sit with other people. Well, on Sunday, we got there a little early. There were 2 guys playing celtic music with guitars in the main part of the church. Cooper ran in and clapped and danced. He loved it. At one point I noticed an older lady sitting at the end of a pew looking very crabby. Well, as I noticed her so did Cooper. He ran right up to her, put both hands on her legs and shouted, “Aw, Eh, Ohhhhhhhh!!” He had the biggest smile on his face and laughed. She, on the other hand, did not laugh. Eek. I told myself, “if you can’t be friendly at church what hope is there!”
We retreated to the crying room and Cooper terrorized the place. We went through one sippy of juice, fruit snacks, cheerios, and two books. I looked at the clock and it was 9:11. Church started at 9. Oh my!
We lasted until after the offering. I said to Jamie in true Kate fashion, “why do we have the worst child? Why?” He shrugged.
And then I thought about it. We have the worst child at church because the other parent’s don’t bring their children like Cooper to church. The avoid the situation like we usually do. And honestly, I don’t blame them.
And for a little cuteness! Happy Monday!