This is what playing with Drew looks like. This morning, Paul took Evan out of the house so I could clean. My side kick rarely leaves my side these days and has some fierce separation anxiety. In fact I even took him to the doctor to see if he was sick because of his odd behavior lately. Nope, he's fine. His doctor thinks he may have suffered something traumatic in the last 3 weeks, which the only thing we could come up with is that I left him a few weekends ago to attend my family reunion. Gasp. TRAUMATIC?!! Geez, what did Daddy do to him while we were gone to traumatize him so?! Also changing schools could have done it too. Sniff, sniff, insert mother's guilt here. Anyway, he won't do anything without me, so here is where my story comes in. All morning he followed me around while I cleaned, "play with me mommy, play with me mommy" is all I heard ALL DAY. Even his favorite show, Cailou, wouldn't appease my 3 foot Mama's Boy. So finally after I finished, we got to do whatever DD wanted to do. Which was play in his room, which we pretended was Disney world. Then we pretended we were fish, turtles, police men and construction workers. The police man pics are above. Yep, you got that right. He said putting a blanket on his head with safety goggles was a policeman, so I abliged and played along! Oh, to have the imagination of a 2 year old. Wouldn't that be fun!
