Thursday, June 25, 2015

There's more to her than meets the eye...

Summer has been awesome so far...awesome in a go-somewhere-everyday kind of way.  Really all year long our days are action packed,but add in the heat, Richmond's soupy humidity, constant packing and unpacking of the car, never ending lunch making and lunch cleaning up (whether at home or on the go picnic style), and Katharine's insistence on waking up at 5:03am every day, and I'm peel-my-eyes-open-tired each morning.  Not to mention emotionally spent by 6pm each day.  Ok more like 2:30, but a mid afternoon coffee break gets me to 8:00 each night.  

So this morning when I'm on the phone with Joe talking about what's been bothering both of us (ok, just me, but you know because I'm a girl I project it onto him because us females are sometimes difficult), I actually acknowledge that the kids are playing together nicely upstairs and there's a chance I can get the cooler packed in one shot.  AND all of it done with two hands because usually there's a certain someone who ALWAYS wants to sit on my hip.  And hit me in the face.  And run her fingers through my hair.  And bonk my head.  And bite my shoulder.  And wrap her arms around my neck.  And maybe I can accomplish this task without someone needing a band aid, pulling at my shirt, opening the refrigerator, needing me to fix a toy, or asking me for a snack (even though breakfast was just 30 min ago).  There's no doubt that I love the 30 sticky fingers that leave messes everywhere or the sing-song voices of my three off-spring, but there's also no denying that they can make the simplest tasks HARD.  Like leaving the house is ALWAYS a shit show.  Which blows me away, because if we've been up for HOURS, why is it so difficult to get somewhere on time. 


After said conversation with Joe, I finally (finally!) reach the insurance lady to start the claims process on some car repairs I need done as the result of a minor fender bender that happened last week.  "Is this a good time?"  she asks.  "Yes!  My kids are content for a few minutes," I respond. 

Quite content indeed.  Until I hear from the top step, "Mommy!  Finger!"  I reply to my littlest's commands with, "What happened to your finger?"  "Wipe!" she says.  "What do you need a wipe for, Sweets?"  I ask while walking to see what's she's managed to get herself into.  As I approach the top of the staircase I spy a baby doll face down.  The gift wrap closet is open and spools of ribbon are strewn about.  As is some glittery garland I didn't even know we had.  And then I see her.  Sweet Katharine in a puddle of red craft paint.  With red fingers and streaked red legs.  Who's also rubbed down her baby doll in the same red paint.  Wow, ok.  "Let's get some wipes," I exhale. But before I'm back with wipes, Katharine's gotten herself to the bathroom with the red streaked baby doll.  And what better place to bathe a doll than in the toilet.  The toilet that never gets used and has a water ring so disgustingly embarrassing that I'm actually glad I got a chance to notice it so I could give it a quick scrub. 

Fast forward five minutes and this same sweet girl of mine has gotten hold of a Sharpie and figured out how to open the DVD drive on the computer, at which I'm sitting trying to finish an email I started the day before and forgot about.  Because you know, mom ADD.  And what better place to practice handwriting skills than on the disc holder that pops out.

And those peas she shoved up her nose the other night at dinner?  Only one made it out.  A few days have passed and she's no worse for the wear.

Today on the playground...sweat running down her face, her mouth and cheeks covered in chocolate, and blond whispies sticking out from under her hat...a well meaning onlooker at the playground asks me if I worry that she's in the middle of all of the big kids on the jungle gym.  Aka, implying I should probably be watching her more closely.  "Oh, she's fine," I assure her.  "In the middle of things is where she likes it best.  She has two big brothers to keep up with at home and she holds her own!"  All this said as she comes whizzing down the slide and then scrambling up the steps to do it all over again.

Girl has spunk.  She's also independent.  Strong willed.  Feisty.  Funny.  Smart.  Talkative.  Persistent.  Articulate.  And knows how to win you over or stare you down with a shift of her eyes.  Qualities that are admirable, but qualities that also test my limits.  I'm often told she looks as angelic as a porcelain doll, but give her a minute and you'll see there's more to her than meets the eye with this one.

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