Each of Owen’s classmates gets the opportunity to bring home the class pet for a weekend. Owen has been waiting patiently for his turn and finally Bananas the monkey got to ride home in our van last Friday.
He had a blast.
I had a very busy weekend so I was hoping Owen wouldn’t be too disappointed in my lack of time for pictures and playtime. Part of the deal is doing something unique with Bananas that can then be shared in the scrap book that comes home with him. Bananas has traveled, flown in helicopters, ridden in boats and spun in the washing machine. He has been to the zoo multiple times, he’s gone to ball games and he is faithful to go to church every single week. That’s a lot of pressure.
If you know me, you know I have a tiny little competitive streak in me that likes to find a way to out-unique others. I don’t mean to do it always, sometimes it’s just my innate desire for something different, I see the world as full of opportunities and creativity…God has more ideas than we’ve begun to tap into…ask Him for some. That’s what I do. However, I do admit to now and then trying to push the limits of all things clever for the sheer joy of hearing “how did you come up with that?” I’m not proud of that, but I might as well just admit it. I’m sure some of you already knew that about me. I’ve known some of you way too long.
I don’t like factory produced, available to anyone artwork, or the standard on almost anything. I want uniquely me, uniquely mine and preferably created by me whenever possible. Is that wrong? It sounds a little selfish when I write it out, but somehow I’ve justified it for years. We can discuss it over some homemade bread (my own recipe that I refuse to share), on my hand-painted plates, next to the curtains I designed and on the table I plan to re-make into an entry way art piece. Just kidding.
Anyway…back to Bananas and Owen. Owen played with that monkey like it was a little baby he was watching. He changed it’s clothes and took it with him everywhere. As soon as we got home from school he made sure Bananas had a cookie.
Friday night we went shopping and he made sure that a camera was available at all times so that we could chronicle Bananas’ adventures. Kris took Owen and Bananas to Dick’s Sporting Goods.
Saturday I was hosting a Baby Shower at the church. I knew I would be gone all morning and I also had plans for the evening with a friend. I had this planned long before we knew we were hosting Bananas so it couldn’t be helped. I was afraid that Owen would be stuck at home and have nothing to show for his time with Bananas because of all this but I forgot how creative my husband can be. Saturday morning the boys and Kris played with Legos and Kris built a throne for Bananas to sit in. They played “Hide-n-go-Bananas!” and Kris took pictures of all of it. Even at lunch, he prepared an extra corn dog just for Bananas. They slept together at nap time and watched a movie on the couch together in the afternoon. It wasn’t all that unique in terms of a wildly exciting outing, but it was different than anything Bananas had been photographed doing before. Especially that chair! I was pretty proud of my boy’s daddy for that one.
On Sunday we did NOT take Bananas to church. I set him up to watch the service online. Not really. But there has been a rule put in place by our children’s pastors at church regarding toys brought in to Sunday school. Just too much distraction with so many kids. We didn’t even ask if Bananas could be an exception. I was a little sad by that because I thought a picture of Bananas going down that huge slide in the indoor playground at what I affectionately refer to as “Chuck-E-Church” would be really fun. But we didn’t want to cause any issues, so we left Bananas at the house.
Post to be continued. I need to make dinner.