I had a brief visit from Aiden this morning. He likes to ride in the car, and he often accompanies his mom or his dad on errands or shopping trips. Since one or the other or both of them are almost always going somewhere, he gets to go riding quite a lot. (Sometimes even when nobody has to go anywhere, Aiden still gets to go for a ride, especially if heís really tired but fighting sleep.)
He didnít get out of the car this time, but thatís not really his option. Itís up to the Big Hands people, who have to unbuckle him from his car seat and lift him out, and then perform the reverse of those operations when itís time to go. This was a quick trip. Apparently I have the only functional Christmas tree stand in the family, and since I wonít be getting a live tree this year, I didnít need it. Tammy and Aiden had gone shopping last night for their tree, which didnít sit well in the old metal stand they tried to use. Iím sure my stand was a better fit.
So I got a little face time with the superstar, which is always good for my spirits. Tammy phoned before I was even fully awake (or fully dressed), so the visit had the added advantage of moving me out of my football chair, where I otherwise might have spent about seven straight hours. (Not really, but thatís always an outside possibility on a Sunday with nothing going on. And unlike Some People, I donít crave the shopping experience enough to brave the weekend crowds.)