First kiss/first drink

This has been a big month for our boy WA. Not only did he have his first kiss, but also his first drink! He's 4. So let's start with the kiss. Over the fourth of July weekend, the goodness of our new neighborhood was in full force. It was awesome. We went from a bike decorating breakfast, to the local parade (where I narrowly missed guessing the number of tractors that rolled through in pure mid-west glory) to a bit of rest to a backyard bbq that actually spanned 3 or 4 backyards! Really, it was awesome (with the possible exception of my kid peeing his pants on the slide…only to be followed by our neighbor's 21 month, who got soaked. Yeah, gross.). During the backyard(s) bbq, children sort of clustered together by age group…with the younger tots (1-2 years) watching the older kids while attempting to keep up, the 3-5 year olds running around pretending, playing tag and climbing all over the jungle gyms, and the older kids hanging out and using their imaginations to play slightly more mature versions of what the 3-5s were doing. During a game of chase WA (which was a popular that day), I looked over to see our sweet neighbor, 5 year old GS, gently tackle WA to the ground and plant a big wet one right on his lips! I was definitely take off guard…not because I am prudy or think it actually means anything…but just that our children are at the age where kissing even exists! I laughed as WA, wiped it off, and proceeded to get chased by multiple lady friends only to be caught and kissed again. I think his Dad was oddly proud:).

The next weekend we had a 4th b-day party for WA in our backyard. It was tons of fun for all involved. My Dad flew in from CT to help celebrate and overall we had a nice weekend. Little did I know that my kid would booze it up. Ok, that's an exaggeration…but apparently he did have his first drink. The night of his party, my aunt and cousin stayed for dinner before heading back to Cincinnati. We grilled and hung out. As things were winding down and I was shuttling leftovers into the house, apparently WA took a swig of my Dad's vodka on ice thinking it was water. I didn't see it, but apparently he spit it out and wasn't too fond of the experience. I wasn’t too fond of it either and actually remember doing the same thing at the dinner table when I was about 12-13, but I understand that it's bound to happen. I just sort of wish it had been 10 to 15 years from now.