As I type, D.J. is playing video games with a friend from the neighborhood. For most parents, this would hardly be worthy of note, let alone celebration, but that is not the case here. For the last couple of weeks, D.J. has been playing almost daily with a friend from school who lives a couple streets over.
For almost the entire 10 months that he’s been with us, he’s staunchly refused to play with kids in the neighborhood beyond the weekly kids soccer game in the park–and even that was a long time in coming. We’re not quite sure where this refusal came from, but it made for a pretty interesting (read: long) summer last year.
And then a couple of weeks ago, it all changed. Not only has he been playing with his friend, but there is a really great kid on the next block (who happens to be the son of someone I went to school with all through elementary and high school…small world), and the kids have been shooting hoops at his house almost everyday.
So it’s Saturday night, and my big plans are walking down the street to the pizza shop with two 10-year-olds and coming home to watch more WWE ’13, and I couldn’t be happier.
And did I mention the friend is a girl and that I think it’s really sweet? Not that I would ever tell him that! At least not before he’s old enough to find & start reading this blog.