Fingers crossed

Alex was great this weekend. There were the normal 2 year old meltdowns, but all in all, he was great. We went to a small festival in a park near us on Saturday. There isn't a whole ton for little kids, but there is a big sandbox/sandpit type area that is filled with donated toys. Toys that just stay there in the park for kids to play with and nobody messes with them or steals them. A little thing that helps restore my faith in people not totally sucking all the time.

Anywho, Maggi, Mariah, and I sat next to that sandbox area for about 3 hours. Occasionally one of us would wander off in search of food and beverage. But for the most part, we got to just sit and chat. And Alex was great. For about 3 hours he played with a bunch of kids he has never met. And he shared the toys. And he didn't scream, hit or bite. He just played. There were moments here and there that an adult's guidance was needed, but who wouldn't want control of all the lawn mowers? On the way home I asked him if he had fun and was answered with a wide-eyed, "YESSSS!"

He was great yesterday too. I am keeping my hopes up and everything crossed that he is good at daycare today. Poor Kristina might just lose it if he has another rough day.