The days have been getting impossibly short and the air is super cold. I was running out of ideas of things to do with my girls during these winter days. Then, one day a couple weeks ago I thought of something. I would bring them to the mall. I could walk, get coffee and be amongst other grown humans, they could get a change of scenery.
We successfully arrived at the mall and managed to browse numerous stores before the call of the food court became too much for my four year old. We made our way to the elevator. I swiftly loaded the stroller, our bags and my two children on and held my breath.
I hate elevators.
We arrived safely, two floors down and my daughter gobbled up her coveted meal. I packed us back up eyeing the escalator, cursing the stroller that was making my life easier and causing me to face my glass-box-of-death elevator fears. I took a deep breath and joined the small crowd waiting for the doors of doom to open.
They opened and shoppers spilled out. Not so patiently waiting folks quickly filled it up. I decided that I needed to wait for the next round. The doors closed and we waited. And waited. And waited. Mu daughter made and played with a new friend. I went though every scenario I could think of that would cause the lone elevator to malfunction.
Eventually the doors opened. They opened because one of the passengers PRYED THEM OPEN. The elevator had stopped working, tapping the small gaggle of people it held, inside. Needless to say, I managed to get our giant stroller, two kids, bag, and myself happily up the escalator.
Next time, no stroller. I will bring an escalator friendly pack mule.
My four year old and I have some interesting conversations while driving in the car. I am rarely surprised with the things she comes up with and asks me.
Until the other day.
“Momma? I have to talk to you about something very important. There are five things in my butt that don’t belong there.”
I looked at my husband, unsure of how to proceed. I asked her to repeat herself and this time I turned to look at her while she spoke. Turned around to see that she was reading an activity BOOK and was trying to find the things that did not belong,
“Oh! Your BOOK!!!” I said.
“Yeah! That’s what I said.”
And so goes another mundane conversation turned hilarious by her inability to pronounce the letter ‘k’.
Text conversation with my husband:
Me: We just got home. Elsa and Bella [our dog] are playing.
Husband: Oh good! Glad you are home.
Me: Oh gawd! She licked my head!
Husband: Which one?!
Me: Good question!
Life with dogs and kids. (For the record, it was the dog. This time.)
I headed into the kitchen to make lunch. Elsa, our four year old, was happily watching a show while curled up in our overstuffed armchair. (Fully clothed. This detail is important.)
I quickly made a couple sandwiches and sliced up an apple. I walked back into the living room to ask Elsa if she wanted crackers with her lunch. What I saw was a completely naked 4 year old, dancing on the chair.
“Do you want crackers with your lunch?” I asked her.
“Sure!” She answered, neither one of us ever once acting like what she was doing was strange.
I went back to the kitchen and finished lunch, but not before texting my husband to tell him what I had witnessed.
Him: Sounds about right.
Me: She is delightfully weird.
Another true conversation from the backseat of our car:
“Momma! Are you eating my chocolate fish?!?!?!” -Elsa
“No, my love, you are holding it in your hand.” -Me
“Oh yeah! Thanks!” –Elsa
“She really is delightfully weird.” -Husband
“Momma! Tomorrow is your birthday and you will be 24!”
She is only off by a year. And a decade.
“Can I give you a pedicure and rub your back for your birthday? ANNNDDDD make you a cake?”
Have I mentioned how much I adore her?
To all who celebrate, I wish you a very merry, joy filled Christmas.
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