Friends

 We had a busy and exhausting weekend. 

It has been my (rather unsuccessful) quest to find friends here in Boise.  It is far more depressing than anything else because it's so steady of an issue.  Over a year I've been here, and I'm just now starting to have activities that include other adults and aren't just Dylan and I.  It's a first step - hopefully develops into a connection that extends beyond the fact that we all have children.  I have to admit, I'm a little dubious.  Some of the ladies seem nice, but I am not sure if we'll have enough in common.  Who knows.  I'm not going to lose hope. 

It was so wonderful to have conversations with adults this weekend and have Dylan running around with kids.  It's a new stage for him - usually he requires me to play with him, so I am the mom entertaining everyone's kid while the other parents discuss the issues.  But, he's gotten confident enough to run around without me.  We had a retirement party on Friday and and ice cream social on Saturday.  Then, we had a BBQ with our downstairs neighbor that night. 

We also hit the farmer's market before the ice cream social.  The fountain was up and working and Dylan & I both got to enjoy a refreshing little dip.

Give Him Wings

Did you know that Batman has wings.  They are black and look like a dragonfly's wings....just in case you were wondering.

Every day, Dylan says to me, "Make me something."  I say, "Sure, what do you want."  "You tell me."

We go back and forth, and I usually end up Googling something on my iPhone and trying to recreate it with limited colors on crappy paper.  Dylan is almost always pleased, but often has his own input on what I'm doing.  Like putting wings on Batman.  I tried to tell him that Batman doesn't fly--that he has lots of tools to help him get through the air.  You know, kind of like Spiderman, who swings from his web, but doesn't fly.  But, Dylan knows best.  The truth is that this Batman DOES fly.  I mean, he's got wings, now, doesn't he.

I'm torn on this sometimes.  I don't want Dylan to honestly think some of the things that come out of his imagination, and I also don't want to stifle creativity.  So, I've happened upon a decent compromise.  I let Dylan imagine, but we clarify that he's changing the truth.  For example, with this Batman guy, we agree that the regular Batman doesn't fly, but that Dylan has a special Batman that does...and it's specifically because he can imagine his Batman any way he wants to.  He likes that.

Rachel