Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Jess and I... oh yeah, and the parade of children.


We probably shouldn't be allowed in public. But as of yet, there's been no law passed prohibiting the sleep deprived mothers and their offspring to walk freely within the confines of a public building. Until that moment comes, Jesseca Emerson and I will take advantage of any mall, park, museum and consignment store that will allow us entry.


Jesseca (left) comes almost complete with her 4 year old son, Riley David (right), and her 3 month old daughter, Regan Anne (below right). I (left below) follow suit with my 2 year old daughter, Catherine Elizabeth (right), and my 6 month old son, William McCormick (below right). I can see the Mall Security now. Sitting in the viewing room, watching the security cameras and picking away at the unsatisfying lunches their wives packed for them that morning when all of a sudden one guy looks up to see Riley stroll through the Nordstrom entrance in all of his glory while quick behind is the all too familiar parade of two sleep deprived mothers, ANOTHER toddler and a couple of breastfeeding babies. It is Jesseca Emerson and Krista Schei. "They're back boys. Let's warn the men on the ground and FOR GOD'S SAKE, SOMEONE... ANYONE! Call the 3:00PM shift supervisor and tell him. We know they'll be here most of the day."

Jess and I don't usually plan our outings in detail. There's no reason to. We commented on how our husbands wouldn't be allowed to accompany us on these outings because we don't want to HAVE to explain to them why all these 'stops' and 'breaks' are especially important.

"Yes, the kids need a moment to play. And YES, they probably will again before we go!"
"Yes, I need to feed Regan/Will again."
"No, I didn't put a diaper on Riley, he's potty-trained but he has to go NOW!"
"No, Katie can't swim in the fountain! Yes, I mean it Kyle! Even if you roll up her pants!"
"Yes, it is worth it to go nurse the babies all the way down at Nordstroms and then resume our shopping."
"Yes, I DO think that GAP Kids will have some good sales."
"Yes, even comparable to a consignment store. Haven't you EVER looked?!"
"No, the kids have had enough shopping for one day. They won't listen anymore."
"I said, they won't listen anymore! We need to haul out of this place as fast as humanly possible!"
"No! There's no time to stop by the APPLE store. I'm so sorry."

All the while Katie and Riley are "acrobatting" their way down the walkway outside the mall yards ahead of their mothers. They are dancing, laughing, hiding, head-butting, screaming and on the brink of going insane. Jess and I pick up our speed. We walk at a faster pace, pass stores that only moments earlier were an option to browse, and race for the car. We pile the kids in and start the engines praying that God will be gracious and allow the kids a somewhat easy bedtime routine once we pull in the drive. Each time I say, 'I won't do this again!'... but believe it or not, the joy of the outing is all too much to resist the next time around.

Yesturday morning Jess and I decided to take the kids to ice cream at Coldstone at Alderwood Mall. That way they could play on the toys outside of Sears and Jess and I could also spend some time looking for good sales. (Not WHILE the kids were playing. No. We're not that bad.) We arrived at 4:00PM and left at 7:45PM. Let's see... we went into 3-4 stores - at most. The rest of the time was spent doing what we love to do most...

Raising a handful of freakin' adorable - not to mention well-behaved - children. Thank you Jess for being the friend that I need at moments like these. I love you SO much.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Katie's Aunt Hannah...



On January 21st, 1993, MY sister Hannah Catherine was born. It was a dream for me as a 14 year old to have a baby sister. I mothered her and sistered her... the "mothering" entailed diaper changes and the quite often babysitting jobs as well as feeding her a bottle and sharing my bedroom with her. The "sistering" entailed things like showing her how to blow her Cheerios through her lips across the dining room table only to erupt into a chorus of laughter, waking her up just because I wanted to hold her and dress her various times a day as if she were a doll. I used to lay her on her tummy as a 3/4 year old, bend her knees so that she was essentially kicking herself in the bottom and then I would wrap the top of her underwear over the top of her sneakers. She would be stuck screaming and rocking on her belly until either Mom came to her rescue or my penalty was such that the better decision was to release my little sister. But down deep as we grew up together... we just understood each other. Even at moments when noone else understood us. WE understood us.

Now, my "little" sister Hannah is 5'9" and 13 years old. She is probably my daughter, Catherine Elizabeth's, favorite person. Hannah understands Katie. Katie knows it. To watch these two interract is like nothing else. Oh wait - that's not true. It's exactly like Hannah and I used to. I am now reaping the rewards and the consequences. Hannah mothers Katie AND Hannah "sisters" Katie.

Today, September 19th, Katie is 2 years old. For her birthday she received, from her Aunt Hannah, dress up clothes.
Included in the outfit was a pink tutu, a pink boa (frilly, sparkly scarf), a fairy hat, a wand, and a pair of pink slippers. Katie could not put the outfit on fast enough! Hannah GOT her!

It was incredible to watch!

Since that moment yesturday when Katie opened her gifts from Aunt Hannah, she has not been without her tutu. We pull it off at diaper changes only to have it right back on. Katie insists on wearing it out and about. To her friend's house, to the park, to the mall, running around outside...


The joy that I have received from this experience the past 36 hours has been so pure and exhilerating. What an awesome parallel to witness... my sister and I then she and my daughter.

Hannah, you are loved. Thank you for being such a phenomenal role model for my daughter now and in the years to come. I love you with all my heart and I hope these pictures will bring you the same pure joy and laughter that I have had - thanks to you.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Catherine Elizabeth and William McCormick


 

The pleasure that I receive from watching these two interract is healing... Posted by Picasa