Sometimes I just feel like a parenting rockstar. Not often, mind you, so I have to enjoy the moments I do, and remember them on those days when I just can’t handle one more request for a different coloured cup or work up the energy to say yes to pulling out the play dough.
With number 4 getting ever closer to making an appearance outside of just swollen feet and bulging veins, with June being suddenly upon us, and as I come to realize how many little people I will soon be responsible for, taking the kids out suddenly seems so easy and so necessary. They look manageable, right?
On Saturday (of all days) I took the three kids to the mall with the intent of finding sandals for Gemma. (At this rate it seriously won’t be long until we’re sharing shoes). We had gone to the library first and it was literally the first time ever we didn’t get shushed while there, and Theo only removed about 14 books from the shelves and opened 3 DVDs. We found shoes we could agree on in less than half an hour, and Theo only emptied 7 other boxes of shoes while Kristopher quietly laid on the trying-on bench hanging his head over to see how purple it would go in the foot-height mirror.
On the heels of so much success, I couldn’t resist stopping in to the adjacent tween store to see if they had something cheap and bright to stretch over my expanding belly. Aside from the change room door opening at a few compromising times, it was another success, followed by going home for smoothies and naps and self-directed, independent painting and crafting…a day to end all days :)
I’m sure, though, that the commentary while I tried things on must have entertained (or baffled? or horrified?) the 15-19 year old shoppers and employees outside my door. While Theo wrapped himself in long skirts and sucked his fingers like he thought they were new crib sheets, stopping only to comment enthusiastically when he could spot my belly button, the older kids gave each option a critical rundown.
Gemma: I wish that came in MY size.
Kristopher: Ooooh, that one is BEAUTIFUL. I just love it. (future best husband ever, this guy)
Gemma: There’s no mirror in here.
Kristopher: Do you like it? Want to buy it? Are we done? (typical 3-year-old)
Gemma: I can see through that one.
Kristopher: That one covers your nipples, so that’s good. (future best father ever, this guy)
Indeed, I’ll take two.
28ish weeks down, all the heavy and hot weeks to go :P