As an oldest sibling myself, I know--it's hard to be the "big".
It means hearing a lot of "Yes, I'll do that for you...in a minute, after I get the baby to sleep." And getting used to sharing your toys with someone whose method of play resembles a mini-Godzilla. And having patience when just moving through the day takes twice as long as it used to. (Stopping to change diapers, unpacking the stroller from the trunk of the car, slowing down as a little person takes teensy-tiny steps walking up the street...etc.)
So when I cross-referenced school calendars and noted that Little Miss's daycare was open this week and the Kid's was not, I decided to send her to school and use the time to have a few small adventures with him.
First up? Ice skating! We have an ice skating rink in town, but it's this fake, plastic stuff that's really hard to stay upright on. We decided to head into Kansas City and go to the real rink there, instead.
I forget how magical it is--even for the Kid, who is way less of a country bumpkin than I was--to drive into "the big city", particularly around the holidays. It was such fun to listen to him squeal from the back seat as the tall buildings whizzed by all lit up like Christmas trees.
As to the actual skating? Eh, we made it halfway around the rink. And we got to watch the Zamboni, too, which is always neat, of course.
And then we played on the Christmas caboose and headed inside to warm up over a pizza.
To be honest, I feel like a lot of days I do a pretty crappy job at giving my kids one-on-one time. But today...today I rocked at filling his "bucket" with extra love and attention. And I had a pretty darned good time myself, too.