1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band(high school marching band-but i need the numbers baby!)
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo, when no one was home.
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm (from afar)
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch(crocheted a blanket for baby Colleen-from a book)
15. Adopted a child(my hands are pretty full-but maybe someday those christian chartiy things)
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables(just this summer!!)
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon-totally want to try been my goal the last decade-maybe this year?)
28. Ridden in a gondola
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset(detasseling and church camp once)
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone(thumb i think-second grade)
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle-how about a jet ski going 50-fun!!
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible (& Book of Mormon)
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby(i should get extra credit-I'vedone this 5 times)
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit(small claims)
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day
I friggin' suck!! 32/100-WOW
Friday, November 14, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Mr. Elephant/Mr.Dragon
No I am not talking about my husband... a little crass humor for my sisters. We dug out some little people yesterday and Viv has completely attached herself to the elephant and the dragon. As we speak she is up in her(i mean my)bed with one in each hand. What was utterly adorable yesterday when all my kids were home to play Mr. Elephant/Mr. Dragon, not so cute today when it is just I carrying on the conversations.
"Mr. Elephant what big ears you have"
"Mr.Dragon I luuuv your purple belly"
"Whoever painted your toes Mr.Elephant? Big Girl? Well what a great job she did!"
"Now Mr. Dragon it is not nice to jump on Mr.Elephant."
"Let's be good friends to each other"
Mr.Elephant/Mr.Dragon ate oatmeal. but forget to put their bowl in the sink.
Mr.Elephant/Mr.Dragon went pee pee. . .
Afterwards Mr.Elephant/Mr.Dragon took a shower. With Me.
I have directed many directives to the odd couple. And they listen really well.
"Wash up for dinner friend Dragon"
"Time for nap Mr. Elephant."
"Just one book, Big Girl can you find just one?"
My neighbors already think I am a complete basket case. As do the men siding the house across the street.(they caught me and Mr. Elephant dancing to Jacks Big Music Show.) Hope they don't tell my husband what I do when he's not around. I mean Mr. Elephant is one heck of a dancer! I am enjoying my tiny friends while they are still around.
"Mr. Elephant what big ears you have"
"Mr.Dragon I luuuv your purple belly"
"Whoever painted your toes Mr.Elephant? Big Girl? Well what a great job she did!"
"Now Mr. Dragon it is not nice to jump on Mr.Elephant."
"Let's be good friends to each other"
Mr.Elephant/Mr.Dragon ate oatmeal. but forget to put their bowl in the sink.
Mr.Elephant/Mr.Dragon went pee pee. . .
Afterwards Mr.Elephant/Mr.Dragon took a shower. With Me.
I have directed many directives to the odd couple. And they listen really well.
"Wash up for dinner friend Dragon"
"Time for nap Mr. Elephant."
"Just one book, Big Girl can you find just one?"
My neighbors already think I am a complete basket case. As do the men siding the house across the street.(they caught me and Mr. Elephant dancing to Jacks Big Music Show.) Hope they don't tell my husband what I do when he's not around. I mean Mr. Elephant is one heck of a dancer! I am enjoying my tiny friends while they are still around.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
11 years
My husband and I had our 11th anniversary on Friday. How can one measure this time? It breaks down to 132 months, 4,018 days, 96,424 hours, 5,785,436 minutes. For us it also equals 5 kids, 4 houses, 3 cars bought, 2 siblings married off, and 1 life together. OR does it?
We both took the day off hoping to eek out some time for one another. To reconnect. To enjoy. To look back at the good times and ahead to the life we will continue to build. Our plans were simple, con a sibling into babysitting, a nice dinner perhaps a few drinks afterwards . . . but alas all did not go as planned. We went out for breakfast . . with the little one. and had absolutely nothing to talk about. nothing. Sitting across from one another we took turns coloring with Viv and taking her to the bathroom. Maybe a few trivial comments-nice weather-want to go for a walk-pancakes are cold. There was an elderly man sitting all alone in his big booth across from us. I looked at him and wondered if he was jealous of our little family sitting there together in the clutches of youth while he was in the twilight years. I looked at him and wondered if he could see what frauds we were sitting there on the day of our wedding to celebrate with absolutely nothing to say, to share with the person we chose to live our life out with. We went home, took naps, got kids from school. And sat. And sat. My sibling was going to meet her husband out of town. His sibling just couldn't babysit.
On the day a couple pledges their love to one another no amount of money is too much. People travel from out of state to see to share to witness the love between the two as they start anew, as they vow in front of God, their friends, their families to love one another for eternity. There is dancing, food, laughter, flowers, a pervasive happiness. People looking back at their day, or forward to what theirs will be. Love.
Fast forward a few years. Add in the stress of kids, jobs, home, money, bills, chores. It's easy to love someone in the beginning. When their snore is cute, dirty socks on the floor a minor transgression. You and Him. Him and You. Together against the world, which always smiles on you because your in love and have each other. It is much harder to love when the sink is ALWAYS full of dirty dishes and the bank account always empty. When the bills keep coming in but the jobs don't pay anymore. When its You. Him. and Them. You see each other in passing 3 days a week to hand off the kids like a baton in some relay with no end. Both of you fighting for a second alone. To pursue the dreams you had way back when. To lose yourself in a fantasy team. A book. Sleep, wondrous Sleep. It's not trying to spend time together, it's trying to remember who you are. That is when your love is tested.
Then one day you are sitting in Village Inn across from your husband of over a decade and you have nothing to say to him. Shared experiences boil down to the kids. Future goals include a nap. What happened? When did the man you share your body with become a complete stranger? How did it get to that point? Was there a way to prevent it? Can it be fixed? Is this all there is to expect in life? Should I just be happy that my man has a job, pays bills, and doesn't beat me?
Sad. Pitiful. On that one day people rush to be around, to help, to shower the couple with love, attention, wisdom, gifts. Where are they later? When 3 of the 5 kids are sick. When 2 kids of activities at the same time and you have to choose. When money is tight and your extra works hours are further stressing a family near bursting anyway. Who stops by and says, "hey go out with your spouse, we'll keep the kids?" We may very well get a break, a time out from our families. More often then not it is a chance to go out alone, leaving our spouse to deal with the home front, further carving out the divide between one another. Until suddenly their is just You. Them. Him. No US.
We both took the day off hoping to eek out some time for one another. To reconnect. To enjoy. To look back at the good times and ahead to the life we will continue to build. Our plans were simple, con a sibling into babysitting, a nice dinner perhaps a few drinks afterwards . . . but alas all did not go as planned. We went out for breakfast . . with the little one. and had absolutely nothing to talk about. nothing. Sitting across from one another we took turns coloring with Viv and taking her to the bathroom. Maybe a few trivial comments-nice weather-want to go for a walk-pancakes are cold. There was an elderly man sitting all alone in his big booth across from us. I looked at him and wondered if he was jealous of our little family sitting there together in the clutches of youth while he was in the twilight years. I looked at him and wondered if he could see what frauds we were sitting there on the day of our wedding to celebrate with absolutely nothing to say, to share with the person we chose to live our life out with. We went home, took naps, got kids from school. And sat. And sat. My sibling was going to meet her husband out of town. His sibling just couldn't babysit.
On the day a couple pledges their love to one another no amount of money is too much. People travel from out of state to see to share to witness the love between the two as they start anew, as they vow in front of God, their friends, their families to love one another for eternity. There is dancing, food, laughter, flowers, a pervasive happiness. People looking back at their day, or forward to what theirs will be. Love.
Fast forward a few years. Add in the stress of kids, jobs, home, money, bills, chores. It's easy to love someone in the beginning. When their snore is cute, dirty socks on the floor a minor transgression. You and Him. Him and You. Together against the world, which always smiles on you because your in love and have each other. It is much harder to love when the sink is ALWAYS full of dirty dishes and the bank account always empty. When the bills keep coming in but the jobs don't pay anymore. When its You. Him. and Them. You see each other in passing 3 days a week to hand off the kids like a baton in some relay with no end. Both of you fighting for a second alone. To pursue the dreams you had way back when. To lose yourself in a fantasy team. A book. Sleep, wondrous Sleep. It's not trying to spend time together, it's trying to remember who you are. That is when your love is tested.
Then one day you are sitting in Village Inn across from your husband of over a decade and you have nothing to say to him. Shared experiences boil down to the kids. Future goals include a nap. What happened? When did the man you share your body with become a complete stranger? How did it get to that point? Was there a way to prevent it? Can it be fixed? Is this all there is to expect in life? Should I just be happy that my man has a job, pays bills, and doesn't beat me?
Sad. Pitiful. On that one day people rush to be around, to help, to shower the couple with love, attention, wisdom, gifts. Where are they later? When 3 of the 5 kids are sick. When 2 kids of activities at the same time and you have to choose. When money is tight and your extra works hours are further stressing a family near bursting anyway. Who stops by and says, "hey go out with your spouse, we'll keep the kids?" We may very well get a break, a time out from our families. More often then not it is a chance to go out alone, leaving our spouse to deal with the home front, further carving out the divide between one another. Until suddenly their is just You. Them. Him. No US.
Monday, September 15, 2008
I Worry.
I have 5 kids. Yes like 1,2,3,4,5, like an entire hand, a quintuple, cinque, FIVE! And yes I do know what causes that. Love. Wonderment. Joy. Celebration of life. I love my kids and would in a heartbeat have more if circumstances were right. I enjoyed being pregnant, watching my body swell with the yet unknown being inside. Feeling their little jabs and pokes at the outside world, as if to announce, Hello out there, do you see me? Hearing the steady whoosh whoosh of their little heartbeat at each doctors visit, an affirmation of their reality. The act of giving birth was amazing. That first peek at the person you and your husband have created and been trusted to raise by a power much greater than yourselves. The little whiff of heaven all babies have at birth. Their soft heads, their sweet breath, the cherubic layers of fat and delicacy of their bodies. The absolute wonder of all they know-to close their eyes, take in breaths, root for food. It was miraculous to see my babies fatten up at my breast, see them grow and learn and become more independent. Sitting up, Crawling, their first foods, first steps, first words. That bittersweet moment when your baby realizes there are other people in the world and moves away from you more and more each day, farther away from the protective environment you have provided for them to grow in.
They aren't babies anymore. It is a necessary step, even honorable, the letting go of your child and entrusting them to the world. The being there when a swing lets them fall, when a knee is scuffed, a friend is mean, a heart is hurt. The restraint demonstrated when I do not swoop in to clear all the hornets from the nests my children encounter. That I walk away from them at school and expose them to all sorts of lessons in life. The fact that they may try out for a group and not make it. That they may take a test and not excel. That they may get hurt and not get a hug and kiss to make it all better. That some kids may make fun of their hair, clothes, or athletic prowess. And some teachers may not see them for the extraordinary beings they are. It breaks my heart each time one of them is hurt, but I need to be brave, shrug and say well lets accept this as a bump in the road God has laid for your life.
Their next firsts . . . middle school, dating, dances, breaking up, friends moving away, family drifting apart, driving, college. . . strike fear deep in my bones. Are they ready? Is the foundation we have laid for them so far strong enough to resist the temptations ahead? drugs? sex? booze? Will they be proud of their intelligence and not afraid to excel in honors courses or will they fall to a group of underachievers and slack their way through school? Are they confident in the abilities and able to be who they are whether it is cool to be in a band or sing or wrestle or read? Can they withstand the loss of loved ones-first boy/girlfriends-aunts and uncles as they move away-friends? Do they have the inner strength to move beyond a disappointment to the lesson it seeks to teach? Will they still laugh at the silly jokes their Dad makes. Might they still smile at me in that special way that lets me know they are happy to be with me? Can we still dance in our underpants? Not take ourselves too seriously, let loose and have fun? Do they outgrow the desire to hang out with one another? Is it a move from us being a boisterous family of 7 to a group of people who live together and speak seldom? How soon until their homework is too hard for me to help with? How soon until they are embarrassed by our lack of funds? Will they ever realize the abundance of love that exists for them in my heart, in our home? Am I one of the lucky ones who remains close to her children through the teen years? How can I assure I am the one they come to with questions about birth control? How do I assure that I am open to answering their questions and continuing a home that is open and honest and a place they like to be?
For now I have one at home. One left to go nap with. One left to swing high and read loud. One left who is so beside herself to be like her older siblings she is moving away faster than I care to think. For now I am going to go laugh with her. And later we will get those siblings she so aspires to be like. We will practice the trumpet, read the stories, work the math problems. We will talk about school, about our friends, about what we ate for lunch. For now I will enjoy every frustrating, fulfilling, ordinary moment I have. For what the future holds, I will worry.
They aren't babies anymore. It is a necessary step, even honorable, the letting go of your child and entrusting them to the world. The being there when a swing lets them fall, when a knee is scuffed, a friend is mean, a heart is hurt. The restraint demonstrated when I do not swoop in to clear all the hornets from the nests my children encounter. That I walk away from them at school and expose them to all sorts of lessons in life. The fact that they may try out for a group and not make it. That they may take a test and not excel. That they may get hurt and not get a hug and kiss to make it all better. That some kids may make fun of their hair, clothes, or athletic prowess. And some teachers may not see them for the extraordinary beings they are. It breaks my heart each time one of them is hurt, but I need to be brave, shrug and say well lets accept this as a bump in the road God has laid for your life.
Their next firsts . . . middle school, dating, dances, breaking up, friends moving away, family drifting apart, driving, college. . . strike fear deep in my bones. Are they ready? Is the foundation we have laid for them so far strong enough to resist the temptations ahead? drugs? sex? booze? Will they be proud of their intelligence and not afraid to excel in honors courses or will they fall to a group of underachievers and slack their way through school? Are they confident in the abilities and able to be who they are whether it is cool to be in a band or sing or wrestle or read? Can they withstand the loss of loved ones-first boy/girlfriends-aunts and uncles as they move away-friends? Do they have the inner strength to move beyond a disappointment to the lesson it seeks to teach? Will they still laugh at the silly jokes their Dad makes. Might they still smile at me in that special way that lets me know they are happy to be with me? Can we still dance in our underpants? Not take ourselves too seriously, let loose and have fun? Do they outgrow the desire to hang out with one another? Is it a move from us being a boisterous family of 7 to a group of people who live together and speak seldom? How soon until their homework is too hard for me to help with? How soon until they are embarrassed by our lack of funds? Will they ever realize the abundance of love that exists for them in my heart, in our home? Am I one of the lucky ones who remains close to her children through the teen years? How can I assure I am the one they come to with questions about birth control? How do I assure that I am open to answering their questions and continuing a home that is open and honest and a place they like to be?
For now I have one at home. One left to go nap with. One left to swing high and read loud. One left who is so beside herself to be like her older siblings she is moving away faster than I care to think. For now I am going to go laugh with her. And later we will get those siblings she so aspires to be like. We will practice the trumpet, read the stories, work the math problems. We will talk about school, about our friends, about what we ate for lunch. For now I will enjoy every frustrating, fulfilling, ordinary moment I have. For what the future holds, I will worry.
Friday, September 12, 2008
dinosaurs
**Boom**Bang**Hop***Skitter**Jump**Twitter**Giggle**Whisper**Run**Click**Thump***
It's like spring when the morning is all silent, the sun has not yet risen, the creatures are all asleep. But wait, you start to hear the chirping of birds, the skittering of squirrels, a bark of the neighbors dog. The sound gradually increases in volume as the day awakes. It's like this at my home. A light switch clicks. A girl giggles. A little boy speeds from one side of the house to the other, just because he can. Cupboard doors squeak as they are opened, thwack as they are carelessly shut. Water trickles from the faucet. There is the fight for the toilet, yes just one. Toilet. Not fight. I lay in my bed and listen to the kids at their most natural.
SIGH. pause. SIGH!(just a hair louder) pause. SIGH!!!
"What's wrong?" finally a bite form his big sister.
"I just wish dinosaurs were real. "Sigh.
(Here I can picture his little head hanging down, his little lips puckered out in a perfect pout.)
"But they are real. . ."(his face must brighten)". . . They are just Instinct." she says with the utter confidence of a 7 year old girl.
"Instinct??? What's that mean?"
OK now my little girls is standing a little taller, her chest out a little more, her head held a little higher, on her face that slight tilt and eye roll that says-I can't believe you don't know this.
"It means that they all died."
Now this draws in the other sister to help.
"No it doesn't instinct means that dogs know to pick their leg up so they don't pee on themselves. "
OK, now I am wide awake and trying not to disturb them with my laughter. Apparently my oldest has heard and needs to put his two cents in as well. But they girls have broken off into their little "Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh" routine so he has to speak louder to get his point across.
"Dinosaurs are EX-tinct. "
"What's ex-tinct mean?" asks my big sigher.
"Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh" "Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh"
"It means that they all died." He is probably carrying on this conversation while playing his DS.
"Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh" "Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh"
"Then whats instinct mean?" he asks.
"It means that dogs know to pick up their leg so they don't pee on themselves."
I can't help it a laugh out loud. The room gets quiet.
Sigh. pause. Nintendo getting put quietly down. SIGH! the girls furiously whispering "uh huh" "nu-uhh" SIGH!!
"Whats wrong Korbin?!" this from all 3 kids.
"I just wish dinosaurs were real."
It's like spring when the morning is all silent, the sun has not yet risen, the creatures are all asleep. But wait, you start to hear the chirping of birds, the skittering of squirrels, a bark of the neighbors dog. The sound gradually increases in volume as the day awakes. It's like this at my home. A light switch clicks. A girl giggles. A little boy speeds from one side of the house to the other, just because he can. Cupboard doors squeak as they are opened, thwack as they are carelessly shut. Water trickles from the faucet. There is the fight for the toilet, yes just one. Toilet. Not fight. I lay in my bed and listen to the kids at their most natural.
SIGH. pause. SIGH!(just a hair louder) pause. SIGH!!!
"What's wrong?" finally a bite form his big sister.
"I just wish dinosaurs were real. "Sigh.
(Here I can picture his little head hanging down, his little lips puckered out in a perfect pout.)
"But they are real. . ."(his face must brighten)". . . They are just Instinct." she says with the utter confidence of a 7 year old girl.
"Instinct??? What's that mean?"
OK now my little girls is standing a little taller, her chest out a little more, her head held a little higher, on her face that slight tilt and eye roll that says-I can't believe you don't know this.
"It means that they all died."
Now this draws in the other sister to help.
"No it doesn't instinct means that dogs know to pick their leg up so they don't pee on themselves. "
OK, now I am wide awake and trying not to disturb them with my laughter. Apparently my oldest has heard and needs to put his two cents in as well. But they girls have broken off into their little "Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh" routine so he has to speak louder to get his point across.
"Dinosaurs are EX-tinct. "
"What's ex-tinct mean?" asks my big sigher.
"Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh" "Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh"
"It means that they all died." He is probably carrying on this conversation while playing his DS.
"Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh" "Nu-Uh" "Uh-Huh"
"Then whats instinct mean?" he asks.
"It means that dogs know to pick up their leg so they don't pee on themselves."
I can't help it a laugh out loud. The room gets quiet.
Sigh. pause. Nintendo getting put quietly down. SIGH! the girls furiously whispering "uh huh" "nu-uhh" SIGH!!
"Whats wrong Korbin?!" this from all 3 kids.
"I just wish dinosaurs were real."
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Taking Time
My oldest daughter was going to heritage school and needed to have a period packed lunch. I was wrapping jerky and dried apples in handkerchiefs and placing in an old coffee can.
"But why can't my sleeves be short"
"I don't like these socks"
"I put my jacket right on the floor"
"Do you know where my spider man shoes are"
"DORA!LOOK IT"S DORA"
This is the music of my morning. After dodging parents in the parking lot too egocentric to realize the yellow lines are for parking between and fighting my way back to the street like a salmon swimming up river, the big girl and I arrive home for showers breakfast and a costume change(read out of pajama's into a bra!) Balancing both checkbooks I wonder how good are the chances of hitting the power ball. Big girl and I go back to our van and are off to do our errands.
"Can you PLEASE hold my hand"
"THIS is a parking lot-cars don't look for little girls"
"Don't run"
"WAIT for ME"
numerous eye rolls to the heaven for strength and a few pulled hairs later we get to her sanctuary-the library. Unfortunately a quick trip, I still need to do Wal-Mart for dinner. The very nice librarian bends down to visit with Big Girl. . .
"Do you like Dora? We have new Dora books in, you can have one for each day of the week"
She hands 7 books to Big Girl who will not put them down to save a life. Thanks nice Librarian. . .you must know our late fees pay your salary. Oh Well not in the mood for a fit. . .We get them all. I find my new books and we go back to the van.
"I do it. "
I don't have the time to wait so I do it and she screams. I hand her the balm at hand. . .a Dora book. While she is occupied with Boots and Swiper I go to the drop box and return 6 of the books I just checked out. Nice try Miss Librarian but you won't suck those fees from me.
Onto the retail wasteland-Wal-Mart. Damn them for their convenience and prices. . . Devil Incarnate I have no choice. Rushing through the lot sniping my usual threats and warnings, my mind drifting to the 3000 loads of laundry to do(only a slight exaggeration) I become anxious to finish this chore and head home for lunch and naps. We dodge the Dora toothpaste, avoid the wall of babies, start down the dark aisle of Halloween candy and do a 360 right there at the end cap to see Dora soup. Fine it's only a dollar and will make lunch a breeze. Finally done we go to check out me pulling her oohing and ahhing along. Me frustrated and antsy. Her in awe of all around her. She stops dead in her tracks. Immobile. Like a cement post. What NOW. I just want to get the bags to the car and get her down for nap so I can do something productive. I look down irritation emanating from me like the Pepe le Peu wisps of stench.
"MMM pretty"
Her face is buried in bright yellow mums, her eyes closed in bliss, her nose inches from the potted dirt. She is so relaxed, so happy, so carefree. I stop. I put down my bags. I stoop to my knees and bury my face next to hers.
"MMM your right"
Triumphant Big Girls drags me on the the next pot. We smell this too. She has the joy, the exuberance only a child can achieve. And for those few moments at Wal-Mart shares with me. We stop and smell the roses. Or mums. Every last one of them.
"But why can't my sleeves be short"
"I don't like these socks"
"I put my jacket right on the floor"
"Do you know where my spider man shoes are"
"DORA!LOOK IT"S DORA"
This is the music of my morning. After dodging parents in the parking lot too egocentric to realize the yellow lines are for parking between and fighting my way back to the street like a salmon swimming up river, the big girl and I arrive home for showers breakfast and a costume change(read out of pajama's into a bra!) Balancing both checkbooks I wonder how good are the chances of hitting the power ball. Big girl and I go back to our van and are off to do our errands.
"Can you PLEASE hold my hand"
"THIS is a parking lot-cars don't look for little girls"
"Don't run"
"WAIT for ME"
numerous eye rolls to the heaven for strength and a few pulled hairs later we get to her sanctuary-the library. Unfortunately a quick trip, I still need to do Wal-Mart for dinner. The very nice librarian bends down to visit with Big Girl. . .
"Do you like Dora? We have new Dora books in, you can have one for each day of the week"
She hands 7 books to Big Girl who will not put them down to save a life. Thanks nice Librarian. . .you must know our late fees pay your salary. Oh Well not in the mood for a fit. . .We get them all. I find my new books and we go back to the van.
"I do it. "
I don't have the time to wait so I do it and she screams. I hand her the balm at hand. . .a Dora book. While she is occupied with Boots and Swiper I go to the drop box and return 6 of the books I just checked out. Nice try Miss Librarian but you won't suck those fees from me.
Onto the retail wasteland-Wal-Mart. Damn them for their convenience and prices. . . Devil Incarnate I have no choice. Rushing through the lot sniping my usual threats and warnings, my mind drifting to the 3000 loads of laundry to do(only a slight exaggeration) I become anxious to finish this chore and head home for lunch and naps. We dodge the Dora toothpaste, avoid the wall of babies, start down the dark aisle of Halloween candy and do a 360 right there at the end cap to see Dora soup. Fine it's only a dollar and will make lunch a breeze. Finally done we go to check out me pulling her oohing and ahhing along. Me frustrated and antsy. Her in awe of all around her. She stops dead in her tracks. Immobile. Like a cement post. What NOW. I just want to get the bags to the car and get her down for nap so I can do something productive. I look down irritation emanating from me like the Pepe le Peu wisps of stench.
"MMM pretty"
Her face is buried in bright yellow mums, her eyes closed in bliss, her nose inches from the potted dirt. She is so relaxed, so happy, so carefree. I stop. I put down my bags. I stoop to my knees and bury my face next to hers.
"MMM your right"
Triumphant Big Girls drags me on the the next pot. We smell this too. She has the joy, the exuberance only a child can achieve. And for those few moments at Wal-Mart shares with me. We stop and smell the roses. Or mums. Every last one of them.
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