This summer was certainly a different type of one than I’m used. My summers since I’ve been in LA have been filled with BBQ’s, beach volleyball, my reluctant attendance to a friend’s birthday at a bar, and so on. But this time around, I was inundated with playdates, quick trips the park, and early morning walks with a cabin fever’d toddler.
We kicked off the beginning of the month with a Labor Day dinner at a friend’s pool. Our good friends, Stacy and Hal, brought their daughter and son, too. It was one of those afternoons were we parents secretly and silently compared our children’s tantrums to the other child. The blowouts came in waves. Ellison was doing so well at the top of the day… exploring the pool, laughing at everything and anything, and calmly eating the bowls of snacks. There were tears here and there from Lukas and Elle, the other two children. But I warned Stacy and Hal that Ellison will eventually take home the grand prize for tantrums once we begin eating dinner.
I don’t know what it is, but Ellison LOSES his mind when food is brought into the picture. The thing is, Ellison is a sensational eater for his age. The boy deserves a medal. He cleans his plate, much to the envy of other parents of toddlers. Not a single crumb or kernel left behind. But with that hefty appetite, comes a big price. Everything is hunky dory while he’s eating, but once he’s done, the devil emerges. And I’m not speaking facetiously… Satan literally possesses my son and rears his head when my son is done eating. We have to perform an exorcism to get the boy to calm down. He just wants and NEEDS more. MORE MORE MORE!!! And he does this thing when he’s angry at the dinner table where he clears the table like a king. He literally takes both of his arms and swipes the table of plates, cups, candles and everything else in the way. And it’s quite remarkable, because his arms are probably no longer than 9 inches, but they manage to swipe everything in their path.
Other than King Ellison tossing the table in the fit of anger, the Labor Day celebration was enjoyable.
On a typical weekend morning, Brenda and I took Ellison to Zuma Beach and Malibu to meet up with Benny, Hannah and their son, Wylie. It was actually nice to get to a beach before 9am. We were only accompanied by the wave-catching surfers.
There’s a boy named Jude… a beautiful boy. He’s the product of my friends Wells and Oliver. He’s also a biracial boy like Ellison, so I already have an affinity for him. He’s about 6 months older than Ellison, so I’ve been dying for the two to meet. We finally found a playdate time-frame that worked.
Unfortunately, Ellison got his vaccinations early that morning, so he was moody! In addition to being moody, he was a bit of a bully. He kept taking Jude’s toys. Jude eventually wanted NOTHING to do with Ellison. Despite the photos below, they were really in the same square foot of each other. We will get another playdate soon enough.