Can't wait for the house....

Day one without James.
James officially started work today. Orientation in New York City. Long day for him but he's quite excited to get things going. Long story short; he took the train to New York, jumped on the subway at Penn Station. Missed his stop (World Trade Center). Ended up in Brooklyn. A bit scared for his life. Got back on and went to the right place. Half an hour late for his first day. What a way to start the day let alone his new job.
I took the boys to MOPS this morning. I'm really looking forward to these bi-monthly gatherings. I met a lot of moms and hope to make some friends so we can start having play dates. The boys were babysat for two hours. I'm sure they enjoyed being with other little people and I definitely enjoyed being with other moms. Granted, they really were with "little" people. Someone directed me to the wrong area so Jameson and Stellan got to spend the morning with a group of infants. Oops. Thought the toys looked a little young for my boys. Maybe the cribs should have been a dead giveaway. Oh well, next time they'll go in the right room.
Came home for lunch and a nap. Split the boys up again so they would sleep better. Jameson fell asleep quite well but Stellan decided to be a little stinker. He was upstairs in our room so I decided to lie down for a rest as well. Stellan decided to take the sheets of his crib and throw everything out. Then he started pouting, "I want blankets". Uh, don't take them off in the first place and this wouldn't be a problem son. So, I put them back on. That lasted for a few minutes and then he tossed them out again. After playing with his "tractor ride" (toy tractor that he often calls Grandpa) for a bit, he eventually fell asleep.
Once they got up we went to the basketball net to "shoot the ball". Even though it was sweltering hot and so humid you could practically drink the air, the boys still played for a while. Jameson wanted me to lift him so he could shoot the big ball. He's 34 pounds, I can only lift him so high. Apparently it wasn't high enough. He tried to tell me exactly how to lift him but apparently I didn't quite get it. This resulted in a full screaming and flailing tantrum. Oh how lovely. Time to go. I picked up the balls and headed out. Jameson was a bit upset that he didn't get the attention he was after so he proceeded to crank it up a notch. Stellan was a bit confused by the whole thing but decided it would be best to follow mommy. We eventually made it back to the room in one piece.
The afternoon went down hill, very fast, from that point on. Jameson did the exact opposite of everything I asked. He was running around the room and jumping on the bed. (I'm sure that pleased the complainer on the first floor to no end.) Stellan followed his big brother's lead and started throwing toys all over the place, literally. That includes throwing the room key and some toy discs down a grate. No idea what comes out of that grate or where it leads. Just know that my room key is lost forever. Oh well, replacements are easy to come by. At one point each boy was assigned to a corner of the couch and told to sit. Don't lie down, don't lean, just sit and wait for daddy. That shouldn't have been so bad except James was an hour later than I expected. (Before you jump to conclusions, I didn't make the kids sit for an hour. They were allowed to get off, eventually.) The new rule was to sit and read until daddy got home. No playing, no walking, no running, nothing but reading. Thankfully daddy walked in the door and saved the day.
Dinner, bath, bed. What a glorious combination. Jameson and I had a little mom to son chat and I asked why he was not listening to mommy and daddy. "Because I don't ever want to mommy." How encouraging.
Let's hope sleep straightens him out. That and a new home filled with all of his stuff might help.
Day one without James, when does vacation start?