- Vera: When I'm 5, I want a princess ice cream cake.
- Mama: Ooh, fun! What do you want when you're 4?
- Vera: I told you I wanted a princess cookie cake!
- Mama: Oh, I forgot.
- Well, the time when I could chose whatever theme/cake-style for Vera's birthday has passed. As much as I tried to prolong the inevitable, we've reached princess-time. Whomp Whomp. (And cookie cake to boot! What is she trying to do to me?! Haha).
Highlight of my morning: Vera’s imitation of me putting on Spanx.
I’m not sure what it is about being in Dville, but Wesley went 7.5 hours between feedings the past two nights! Let’s hope this continues when we get home!
- Vera: (sneaks out of bed while I'm sweeping the kitchen)
- Mama: go to bed, Vera!
- Vera: Thank you for sweeping, Mama...so we don't have roaches crawling everywhere. And then I'll have to step on them and...
- Mama: (cutting her off) You're welcome, Vera. Go to bed!!
- Clever girl...she picked a compliment so she wouldn't get in trouble. I love her choice of example. I always give roaches as a reason why we shouldn't walk around with food. Ha!
- It's sweet how she thanks me for cleaning. The other day, after I cleaned her bathroom, she said, "Thanks, Mom! It smells like lemons and oranges!"
We’ve all seen the mom around town who just seems not to have it together: kids crying, frazzled, looks a hot mess. Yep. We’ve seen her, we’ve judged her. Today, I was her. It started as a great day. I got V to swimming lessons on time, Wesley and I hit the track for a little pre-snowball workout, and everyone was in good spirits. That is until my feet hit the pool deck to get V. I could hear Wesley screaming his objection to being left in his carseat with the stroller attendant, then turned the corner and heard overly-dramatic crying as soon as Vera’s eyes met mine…
Apparently, the chlorine was extra-strong today. Vera’s eyes were tightly shut and the area around them was red, swollen, and splotchy. She then scream-cried in my ear for 5 minutes, while I listened to the instructor explain that she’d only just started crying, and that she swam beautifully, but that I might want to bring goggles tomorrow since Vera’s eyes seem to be sensitive to the chlorine. I carried her out of the gate to where the stroller was parked, and I mistakenly thought the promise of a the giant waterslide and snowball was enough to pause the crying, because seriously, Vera is never inconsolable. Ever. (I think this is why the whole experience was such a surprise).
I got the tokens for the waterslide, and we headed over. She took her token and ran to the slide (without crying, thankfully). I breathed a (very short-lived) sigh of releif. 3 seconds later, she came running back in tears because there was no attendant at the bottom of the slide to take her token. Once that situation was rectified, she happily slid, and was excited to do it again. Just as she headed that way, the attendant called out that the slide was closed until later. Nice. Tears again.
We headed over to complete the snowball transaction, and hopefully stop the tears once and for all. In the meantime, Wesley started up again, so I took him out of his seat and was holding him on my shoulder. We stood in line at snowballs and waited while Vera cried off and on. I witnessed looks of judgement from all over; especially from the teen-employees, but assumed it was because of the crying and chalked it up to youth. We sat down at the picnic tables, and Vera started scream-crying again (keep in mind most of this time she was walking around with her eyes closed, pawing around like she had no eyes). I realized that even the always-consolable can have a rough day, and decided to pack it in and head for home. I almost flipped the stroller trying to hold a snowball and comfort two crying babies, but we made it to the car.
They both screamed the whole way home.
When we got inside, I picked up Wesley and realized that a couple of chocolate chips from my breakfast bar had fallen into his seat, melted, and smeared all over his back. So, the judgement eyes were partially from the hot mess, crying, and frazzle, but mainly due to the fact that it appeared that my infant’s back was covered in CRAP!
Nice day. The good news is that both kids are home, fed, and asleep. Whew. Here’s to a better afternoon.
You know what? Me and MawMaw go’d see Maddie play the hornpet.
Sometimes, Wesley’s Moro (startle) Reflex causes him to remind me of Gob from Arrested Development. I keep catching myself singing “The Final Countdown.”
So proud and grateful for both of my kiddos this morning. Wesley chilled out in his bouncer and let both Vera and me get dressed, then for the first day ever, didn’t cry all the way to her school! (He’s not a huge fan of the car). When we got to “camp,” Vera saw James and ran to him. There were no tears for Mama, which I was worried about since she was nervous last night. I’m feeling like I should buy a lottery ticket.