Saturday, June 23, 2012

The Mall, and other bad ideas

My sister and I took the girls to the mall. It was. Something.

First, Maggie screamed, "Mama" the entire way there. Seriously non stop. So maybe it was only like two miles away but my ears still hurt. This is the closest I have come to throwing the whole extended rear-facing thing out the window. Among other things.

some post-mall sisterly love

As soon as we walked in the mall, Hannah announced that her baby brother is inside my belly. Rest assured, he most certainly is not. {I blame her dad for these kind of comments. Also, all her schools friends with pregnant moms. Just last week at Target, Hannah pointed to an empty shopping cart seat and told me I could put a baby there! Yeah, that or a box of wine.}

Both girls danced in every store we went into. And Hannah would walk up to clothes and say, "that is so stylish!" or "that is a great dress for dancing!" Once I tried to pry her away from a maxi skirt on a manikin and she said, "noooo, Mommy, I'm dancing with this princess."

Hannah alternated between being super cute and inspiring the entire staff of The Loft to pursue a more longer-lasting form of birth control.

At one point, Maggie solidified our belief that she has no instinct for self preservation by trying to climb through the rails to jump to the mall's first floor (see also, putting a blanket on her head and playing peek-a-boo on the run, or walking Thelma and Louise-style off of beds, couches, etc.). That kid. The only thing that stopped her, besides me and the railing, was that she saw the Build-a-Bear store.

While the whole trip wasn't exactly awful, it also wasn't not awful. So I think maybe I'll resume my online shopping habits until the girls are in middle school or so.



  1. I love how you don't pretend motherhood is some fantasy where children behave perfectly all because you are a perfect parent. I also love how you keep a great sense of humor about everything that happens and always mention the positive side of motherhood even though you make it clear that it's no walk in the park. I find that really refreshing.

    My favorite is probably "noooo, Mommy, I'm dancing with this princess."

  2. It is funny, my childless friends and coworkers have said that same thing. I wish more women felt comfortable admitting that stuff is hard. That doesn't make it any less valuable. In fact, maybe it even makes it more valuable? Anyway, it reminds me of this study they did at my college about women's life and one of the things they found was this (myth of) effortless perfection (smart, attractive, skinny, popular, etc without studying, trying, whatever) and they found that it was harmful for everyone (those who were deemed perfect and those who weren't). It makes me think that there is a motherhood equivalent. Pretending like you have it all together and it is all bliss. I don't know what the motherhood equivalent in terms of consequences. In college, it seemed like an epidemic of eating disorders.