On Friday I took Brock to get his picture taken. Yep, 2 months after his 4th birthday. I'm a winner like that.
We went to JCPenney where he was basically a supermodel for pics (Oh, you want my hands in my pockets? Sure thing! And smile all cute? Got that down. You want me to say "cookies"? How about I do you one better and say "ding dongs" instead?). Then I took him to ride the escalator, and we got Pretzelmaker with cheddar cheese dipping sauce and Dr. Pepper (his drink of choice) to share. After that, because he was being so good, we went to the store and got him some candy while I bought some new spaghetti sauce (which I treated like a newborn baby so I wouldn't have a repeat shattering).
It just was so pleasant to have one-on-one time with my child. I definitely don't do that often enough, and I need to try and do that more. For me, it ended up being one of those really pleasant memories that kind of takes me back to my childhood. Where riding the escalator stairs is the coolest thing ever. Where you get to feel really special and important, because it's just you with just one parent.
I don't know if Brock will remember this day with as much fondness as I will. Heck, I don't even know if he will remember it at all. But it was a good day for me. A really good day.