Go Figure.

We had a great day today. Lucas and I were invited to a friend's house for a big family dinner of lasagna and garlic bread and decorate-your-own sugar cookies. The kind of everyone's-invited sort of thing that most families reserve for the holidays, but she does just about every Sunday. Lucas had a blast playing with two boys a tiny bit older than him...and I was happy to see him having a good time, and getting dirty, and letting this crisp fall day pink his cheeks while I helped in the kitchen. Of course he didn't want to leave when it came time for us to go, I already hadn't really left enough time to get ready for work without a hustle. He sort of fell asleep in the car on the way to Grandma's, which I knew would happen, but Lucas surprised me completely with a full blown meltdown after I left, because his little overtired self felt like he didn't get to say good-bye. This poor child who normally plants his hands on my bottom and pushes me towards the door saying, "It's time for you to go to stinky work now, Mom!" He was still a mess when I called almost an hour later. Makes me want to pack up and go back home. My poor kid...and my poor Mother!