You know when you have one of
those moments that you just stop and think, “Huh, how did I get here?” Well, last night, I had one of those moments.
Chase was sitting on the
bathroom counter socializing with me while he brushed his teeth as he felt a
drip of water fall onto his hand. He
asked, “Where did this come from?” I replied, “I think it came from your mouth.”
Not satisfied with that answer, he perked his tiny little head up towards the
ceiling and said, “Nope. I think the ceiling is leaking.”
Right child, because that seems
more logical than you speaking a mile a minute and foamy toothpaste spit
landing on your hand. But whatever, like
most things, I’ll humor this too.
I watched as my tiny fellow, in dinosaur footsie pajamas, climbed down from the counter, grabbed the bathroom
step stool and hurled it up onto the counter. He then pulled his tiny little body back up
onto the counter and stood on the stool with his eyes on the ceiling. He then reached his hand down to me and said,
“magnifying glass.” As if he were a doctor asking for surgical tools to be
handed to him during the middle of surgery.
Without even thinking I ran to the living room,
grabbed the magnifying glass, scurried into the bathroom and handed my tiny surgeon
his tool. It was when he was inspecting
the ceiling for a phantom water leak, magnifying glass in hand, that I took a
step back and thought, “Huh, how did we get here and how did I know where a
magnifying glass was off the top of my head?” But continued on with the
night. Needless to say, Chase never
found the leak and came to the conclusion that maybe he did, in fact, spit on
himself. Strange.
The other day Chase and I
were at a park by our house. The park
has a black ledge going around the play area in hopes of keeping the tiny
pebbles in the actual play area and not on the grass, or in a toddler’s
nose. Any who, while Chase was climbing
on the jungle gym, of course, I took this opportunity to use the black ledge as
a balance beam. Because what other grown adult wouldn’t? The play area was quite large, so I knew this
was a challenge, but I was up for it (And frankly, what else did I have to do?). I started my balancing act slowly and
cautiously but quickly grew confident and picked up the speed. I was within two yards of the finish line and
I felt my pregnant belly start leaning towards the left. I quickly shifted my body to the right to
correct it, fully equip with arms flailing but in this moment of panic I
caught my fall. While I was taking a
second to collect myself to continue on my road to success, I hear a faint
clapping in the distance and then I hear a voice yelling, “Yay! Nice save!”
Apparently, I hadn’t noticed a family of five sitting on their front lawn in
lawn chairs watching the circus that is my life. And to this day, I can’t tell if I was
embarrassed or proud. Huh, I wonder
where my child gets his quirky personality? I guess we will never know.
Any who, speaking of random strangers cheering… (Who has two
stories about random strangers cheering for you? Apparently, I do.)
Well, when I was in college, my family and I were helping
someone clean out a house before selling it when I hear a faint magical sound
in the distance. I looked at my dad and
we both knew the sound. It was (dun-dun-dun) the Ice Cream Truck! It sounded far away but I had a hankering for
an ice cream sandwich and believed in myself, so off I scurried. I ran and I ran and just when I didn’t think
my Jello feeling legs could take me any further through the trailer court I was
now running through, I got the inspiration I needed; a group of middle
school aged boys. They were gathered on
the side of the street. One of the boys
yelled out, “Run, white girl, run.” And then they all began to chant this. So naturally, at this point most people would
have been too embarrassed to continue, but not me. My love for ice cream treats
is real. So, I kicked it up a notch and
made it to the ice cream truck right before it was about to drive off, huffing
and puffing, only to realize I didn’t have any cash on me (haha Just Kidding,
that would have been so disappointing).
I bought my ice cream treat, turned around to head back and immediately
thought, “Sh*t, now I still have to walk 5 blocks to get back and pass my
cheering section again.”
Any who, happy almost Friday!
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