Five years ago...walking out of GBMC, I think someone switched my sweet baby girl.
Because this can NOT be my child. This can not be my masterful creation. This CAN NOT be my blood.
A1 is allergic to chocolate.
GASP! GASP! SIGH!
Hold up...I just had an Ah-Ha moment writing this very entry. If she's allergic to chocolate & can't have it & I LOVE chocolate & must have it...then we are a perfect pair, aren't we?
AH-HA!
She really is a perfect child.
I'm at the computer, Big A is reading Half-Blood Prince at the dining room table and A3 is crying in the monitor. I guess he's awake from his nap. It's not a full on cry, more like a "what the hell people" cry. Like baby talk bitching. Waa Waa HELLOOO Waa.
It's probably been 3 minutes. Usually we give A3 a few moments to see if he's really awake or just arguing in his dreams. <-- Which he does! But I think he's definately awake..so now the game begins. Who will move first?
Him or me? Maybe if I start sighing loudly he'll think I'm doing school work and take pity on me.
HA! Spoke too soon.
He just went up the stairs.
I WIN!
What a good dad. I guess that makes me a.....
Uh oh, I better start dinner.
A1 & A2 speak dorish. Perhaps you are familiar with this language too. It's a delicate combination of Spanish, English and Dora the Explorer lingo. Heard of it? You know Uno, Dos, Trees, Quarter, Says, Backpack Backpack, so on and so mixed up.
Well, A1 and A2 both are relatively fluent in dorish. I sometimes catch them in the middle of a conversation that involves a ladder, a pantry and cookies and when my presence has been discovered it's like A1 gives the signal to speak in this secret code.
A1: Ahem
A2: *Looks around*
A1: I'm going to the roomo' to *wink* playa *wink*. Come on vamanos, let's go.
A2: wink with both eyes Delicioso.
Off they go looking over their shoulders. I should have known having two children 11 months a part would come back to bite me on the ass.
So this morning, I'm barely awake. A3 is toddling (is that a word?) around the room banging the remote against every solid surface he finds. I don't mind because as I float in and out of consciousness his banging lets me know he's still in the room and has not found something small enough to choke on just yet. The girls bring the parade in at 8AM. A3 just started walking probably 2 months ago, but already he's quick on his feet. As soon as a door creaks in the house he's ready to run. I think he was a slave in his most recent past life because he's always looking for ways to escape. But anyways, the door opens and A3 shoots out the door as expected. The girls come in and jump on the bed giving me their breakfast menu. Can we have some skittles this morning? No. What about Cheese Its? No. Please don't say oatmeal again, Mommy. I grumbled here because oatmeal was indeed in my head. What about we go get something to eat out, Mommy? Good idea! I think I said something to the effect of "okay, go get dressed and brush your teeth" but I was still half asleep so I might have said "clothes and teeth"...either way they understood because they moved.
A1: Mommy Mommy, are you da may?
Me: Hunh?
A1: Are you da may! ARE YOU DA MAY!
Me: Child it is July, what are you talking about?
A1: No Mommy, please please are you da may NOW.
I got out of bed with all the intentions to toss her out of the room but the closer I got to the door the more I realized that someone was having a grand time in a...pool? There were giggles and water splashing. A1 is in front of me and I see A2 standing in the doorway to her room. So who is laughing and splashing? And did I mention that I don't have a pool, let alone one in the hallway.
A3 is splashing in toilet water and having a ball at that. Ugh. A1 says ever so smartly, I told you are you da may, mommy.
Hunh?
A1: Are you da may, that's Spanish for help.
Oh Jesus take the wheel!
I always find that in the middle of the night I miss the A-Team the most. When the house is still and when there are no expectations of me, besides Big A needing extra special attention (wink), I yearn for the noise of day time. The "Mommy!" and "STOP IT!" and "i sowwy". I miss the song of the house, the laughter and whines and high pitch girlie screeches that bounce and vibrate down the hallway. I was meant to be a Mom. Sometimes I forget that, it's easy to when you're still relatively young, and majority of your peers are still sleeping in, moreover sleeping at all.
But yeah...I love this job. Please remind me of that when I'm complaining. Please remind me how lucky I am.
Please.
That's me.
Hello again old chum. The world is not really all that hectic. I'd love to lie and complain about how much I have to do and how much time I don't have but that would indeed be a lie. Though, I have started school and have started a second book, I am not that busy. I find that I have a lot of idle time when kids are off playing with electrical sockets or something. I just haven't been wordy...I'll come to post but then end up erasing everything I type.
It's like that sometimes, I suppose.
I have nothing earth shattering to share. My A-Team is growing up. I went on vacation for a few days with friends and A1 told me she had forgotten what I looked like and that I needed to come home. Ironicly, when I came home she looked different. As if she had grown older in four days. She's changed. Thank goodness the tubes are tied or I might have been overwhelmed with grief and tried to make another baby to replace the one I'm losing. I need to keep a bank statement under the sheets so when I get that feeling I'll be faced with reality before the ugly bumping starts. I love that saying..bumping uglies. Cracks me up.
Speaking of cracking up, my skin is cracking. I got a sunburn in Savannah and now I'm a peeling mess. So in case you were wondering, yes, black people do sun burn.
I'm supposed to be reading about the death penalty for ethics class....I better get on that.
Sorry that my comeback was boring, I'll try harder to muster up some drama for tomorrow or something. Maybe I'll have an affair after class so I have something juicy to tell you in the morning. I'll work on it.
