After swim class this morning (the usual disaster, though this time the teacher told me she's sure he now knows how to swim, he just refuses to do the strokes on demand), we braved the major thunderstorm to get to Gran's house, where Dennis spent the majority of his afternoon. Gran indulged us with Whataburger honey butter chicken biscuits, probably because I sent her a number of text messages about craving same late last night but couldn't convince her to do a midnight run there with me. Happily she picked some up for us this morning! In case you happen to remember my posting about stepping up my workouts for the upcoming cruise, let me brag about the two hours I just spent riding my recumbent bike.
By the time I left Dennis with Gran he was more than ready for me to go so they could play. I got a few bizarre text messages about Spaceman Dennis and the Robocruiser rescuing Froggy and the spacemen from the hot lava pool, and this was followed by an urgent phone call from Dennis in which he warned me "don't fall in the lava pool, Mommy, it's very hot in there so you have to be careful." As far as I know, I told him, our house is fairly lava pool free, but I'd keep my eyes open for one and be extra careful. I used my free time to do a little house cleaning and a little working out on my Wii. I was supposed to return to collect Dennis at 3 but ran a little behind and got a text message from Gran around 3:20 that stated "cryogenic water cannons are about empty, child may burn in lava pool" to which I replied that the parent rescue team was almost there, just to hold on a bit longer! We ended up staying at her house, all of us, until well past 5 because we got involved in Dennis' first Skype video call (I think) with Caedmon and Mirella and Michael and Kristin. My favorite parts of this were when they were showing each other their favorite toy lovies, and when Mirella gave us a dance and tumbling show. Oh the cuteness! Dennis kept pointing to the screen and saying "I want to go to Washington!". When they ate their snacks, Dennis said he wanted to go to San Marcos and invited them to come. I sent him off to ask his Daddy if we could go, and he came back sad-faced and reported to us and the cousins "my Daddy said no, we can't go". Uncle Michael assured him that it was okay, that they couldn't go either what with being in Washington and all.
Would you believe that Daddy changed his mind? We turned into the San Marcos parking lot and Dennis said "are we eating here?" and when we told him we were indeed, he said "is Allison coming?". We laughed, realizing that nearly every time we'd been there in the past months, we were meeting her to eat as she passed through town!
It was nice to see the old Robocruiser out from the attic and in beautiful condition. This was a neat old toy of Michael's, and Dennis happily showed it to him via Skype. We remembered some good times playing with it!
Bedtime was not as smooth tonight. I caught him with his bedside lamp on a time or two, and the first time I went in there to see what he was doing, he was very involved in his Bible story book and told me "I am reading about Noah and the ark, can you read it to me now?". I fell for it, but enjoyed every second of it. He insisted I listen to him recite The Lord's Prayer again, and I loved that as well. As I passed his door much later, I saw the light on again, so I went in to check and he was asleep, curled up in a little comma, and as always, I said a prayer of thanks for the major blessing in our life that is Dennis.
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