Wednesday, February 4, 2015

hysterical shoes

For the first time in over a week, I had to bring Noah with me to pick up Lily from school. It was cold out, there was mountains of snow, so I put his snow boots on him. They're blue and black, nothing amazing.. just general boots. He's 2 years old and they keep his feet warm and dry- that's all he cares about. In fact he probably doesn't even care. Unless his feet weren't warm and dry.. then he'd care. But, anyway..

We waited at the school, off to the side from the door, as the younger kids started to trickle out of the building. One boy, 7-ish, immediately spotted Noah, pointed and yelled "look at his shoes!" with a big smile on his face.

I was kind of unsure, because it didn't really seem malicious at first. But.. then he pointed and yelled it again. I didn't know how Noah was going to react so I bent down towards him, smiled, and said "oh, Noah, he likes your shoes!" I looked into his face for a reaction, but he had none.. he just stood there, blank faced, starring at the other boy. If anything, he just looked like he didn't get it.

And honestly, neither did I.

He didn't look down. He didn't move. He didn't visibly react at all.

Then the boy's sister, I assume, came out towards him and he showed her, pointing and yelling again. They both laughed. She laughed so hard, she fell into the snow in front of us. And I starred at her.

Then another girl (another sister, I guess) came out and she was brought into it as well. Probably would have caused somewhat of a scene if everyone else wasn't just trying to get their own kid and get the heck out of the 2 foot snowbank.

Although they were all about 6-8 feet away from us initially, I didn't hear their mother say anything to them, but I can only assume she didn't because the 3 kids kept laughing and pointing as they passed by us. As the mother got right up to us, she did, however, look perhaps the tiniest bit embarrassed, when she saw the look on my face (spoiler: it looked like "what the f---?!"). She looked down at Noah, smiled a little and said what sounded like "oh, cute."

I don't get it.

I told Lily about it when she finally came out of the school (mainly to see if she knew who they were- she didn't) and she didn't seem happy about it either. It was probably better she came out after they were already gone.. because I don't think she would have just stood there as confused as Noah and I were. She probably would have shoved at least one of them.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

sometimes it snows in other colors

Outside playing in a hundred feet of snow for the third day in a row.. when Lily, who is behind me says "some of the snow is yellow!"

"I know," I tell her. "Don't touch it, it's pee."

"Oh."

"Did you touch it?"

"Um.. (shrugs). (Long pause) No?"

"Okay, uh.. well don't touch it any more," I said. And left it at that.. I didn't want details.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Seriously..

Last week I had a meeting. Not a doctor's appointment, not an event at Lily's school, not a family gathering, not errands.. an official meeting. For grownups. And while it had nothing to do with employment, it did have to do with one of my children.. and I kind of wanted to look like I should be taken seriously.

Do you know the last time I had a meeting intended for grownups? About 6 years ago, right after Lily was born when I was going on interviews- thinking I was going to go back to that life (surprise, I didn't).

Since then I changed sizes over and over and over again across all seasons.. pregnant and not. And over those 6 years I got rid of more and more "grown up" clothes that I wasn't wearing.. and replaced it with jeans.. and sneakers.. and more causal clothes. So..

When it was time to get dressed that morning, I panicked- realizing all I had was jeans.. and sneakers. I tried on half my closet, with everything looking like I was in high school. Or really, even worse, someone's mother trying to look like they were in high school. Rather than being late, I wore my mom uniform and prayed we'd all be sitting at a table and not just in some kind of circle, staring each other down.

Thankfully we did. And there wasn't anyone there that I hadn't already dealt with at least once, so they already knew how I dressed.. and probably also already formed opinions about whether or not to take me seriously.

But still, some day I'm going to encounter someone that I haven't yet in some type of meeting.. and I'm going to want them to take me seriously. Do they still product drastic makeover shows? And how do I get on one?

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Thankfully not a criminal

I was going to write about how today is one of two days of the week that I hate, hate, hate so much. These two days specifically, because of what goes on in our house on them now.. but I won't. Instead I will talk about..

How I decided I was finally going to get my car inspected today. It is overdue for it, and I've been totally aware of it since before it was actually officially overdue.. but I hate sitting around.. and waiting. Also, it involves having at least one, if not more children with me at the time. Children who are also not necessarily good at sitting around either.

So after I took Lily to school, Noah and I went off to the dealer. Not my dealer specifically, but , I did go inside once when I was looking to buy a car.. and since they do specialize in my make of car.. I thought it made sense. Also, they have a space for kids, with a door.. and snacks. Specifically goldfish crackers if I recall. So, really that sealed the deal.

I really didn't want to go. I just really didn't. Like, sliding down in my seat, practically onto the floor in grown-up semi-temper tantrum fashion. But I made myself drive there anyway- because I am a grown up.. and it's not like the car is going to take itself there. If only.

After we parked, I wrote down my mileage and got my registration out of the glove compartment. Haha, no I didn't.

Because it wasn't there. Not a valid one anyway.. just an expired one. Because, I guess, for some reason after I got it inspected the first time (I've only had the car for about 14 months) I took the registration into the house instead of putting it back where it belonged. So, we went back home.

So smart. So organized. So glad I never got pulled over.
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