All last week, as well as today, Max's usual daycare provider has been closed so she and her husband could go on a cruise. Because of that, we sent Max to the daycare center that Emma goes to for the week last week. While we could have sent him there today as well, we decided that instead of paying for a single day at the daycare center, we would just keep him home. So I am using one of my personal days from work to stay home with him. I should add that I would be staying home regardless, since I do work from home. However, having a two-year-old at home while trying to get some real work done would be pure madness. I would be spending a majority of my time just trying to keep him from the computer keyboard, or keeping him from turning the computer off.
Our day started out fairly well. We dropped Emma of at daycare at her usual drop-off time, and then we returned home where I fed Max his breakfast of key lime pie yogurt and toast with peanut butter and strawberry jelly. Max decided to be helpful and volunteered to get into his booster seat at the table, something that he oftentimes resists doing. When he was done eating, he played with his toys a bit. Then while running into the kitchen, Max tripped over the leg of one of the chairs and fell head-first into the corner of the kitchen cupboards. While there was much crying, fortunately he did not see to be too injured. We then sat and watched TV for a little bit before heading out of the house for some errands.
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Our first stop of the day was to get a haircut for Max. It had been about five weeks since his last haircut, so he was due. Max did an excellent job sitting up in the chair at the hair salon. In fact, he hardly moved at all when getting his hair cut. Because he was so good, he got a sucker when he was finished.
The two of us then drove over to the Mall of America where we needed to find some birthday presents for Mommy. We spent a couple of hours wandering around the mall, finding some presents, and eating lunch. As we were walking around the third floor of the mall after eating lunch, I heard someone calling my name from behind me. I turned around, and after a moment I recognized the person calling my name. It was Julie, the manager of the Hardee's restaurant I worked at when I was a student at the University of Northern Iowa. I think the last time I had seen Julie had to be in 1998 when I worked there briefly during the summer between teaching jobs. We chatted for a bit until Max started pointing ahead, indicating that he wanted to get moving. We then parted ways and Max and I continued out shopping, picking up some birthday presents for Mel before returning home so Max could take a nap.