Wednesday

Some days I want to pull my eyebrow hair out one by one because my baby girl drives me so crazy. Some days I long to be a working mom again, so I can interact with people/children who want to talk to me or even hear/listen to what I have to say. Some days I want to be able to go to the bathroom without having a special guest joining me. Well, I suppose that is everyday I want that.

And then there are days like today, Wednesday.

"Momma. I'ma gonna bring in my Elsa pack pack okay. It just makes me happy."

As we walk in the boys clothing section, "Oooh. Jack would like dis. It's my Merry Christmas present for hin okay?"

To the nice elderly lady in the girls clothing section, "I an buying dis for my sista yadee. Do you have a sista? Mine is named Anon and I love her sometimes. I have 2 grandmas and 1 grandpa. Ok, bye yadee."

As we are using the Target bathroom in NOT A WHISPER VOICE, "Oh no mom. What is dat smyell? Oh. I know. That yadee over dere is pooping. It's disgusting. Maybe her is dying. It smyells so bad. It's hurting my nose." Completely embarrassed and asking her to be quiet, I think she's completed this memorable, horrifying experience. Oh no. As I'm drying my hands, with my back to her, she's looking under the stall where the lady was pooping and says, "She's not dying momma. Just pooping real good. Real good. I sees her feets movin'. Her is okay."

The day goes on.

"I want to eat Mickey Donalds with a play place please."

"Reyee mom? I see a Mickey Donald's right across duh Street. Dis Mac & Cheese better be deyicious."

She enjoys her Mac & Cheese and a nice lady across from us comes over and says,  "What a nice behaved little girl you have. You are very lucky." I smile, chit chat with her about her grandkids for a few minutes, all the while Jocelyn is sitting quietly, but has removed her shoes and placed them on the table. Then says, "Hey yadee. My feet smyell funny. Do you's wanna smyell em?" The nice lady politely said no, and I smiled, rosey cheeks and all.

The day goes on.

Through Costco she is singing loudly, "Twinkle twinkle yittle star," "Here we go yooby yoo," "Yankee doodle went to town ridin' on dis poneeee," and "Wheels on the bus go round and round." A nice man comes over and says, "I love that song. I love your singing too." She responds, "Come on man. Sing it wit me now." And so they did. In Costco! Together. "Wheels on the bus go round and round."

We said our goodbyes, walked a few feet down the aisle, to which she then shouts, "Momma. Elsa!"

I bought her that Elsa she saw and as we're  checking out she tells the Costco man, "Dats my Elsa blankie. Bam, what!"

We needed to use the bathroom again and I reminded her what is polite and not polite to say in a potty. Fortunately there was nothing going on for her discuss while we were in there. However, she did open the door too early. "Momma. Don't worry. Nobody will sees your nanny," except for the lady who just walked by giggling as the door was open.

That same lady was washing her hands as we were drying. She commented on how she remembers those days of taking her small children with her and how I need to cherish those moments. "They grow up so fast you know." I smile and agree. Jocelyn then says, "Cuse (excuse) me yadee. Did you try dis ting? It's so fun. Ahhhhhhhhh!" She giggled again and left the bathroom, where we remained for a few more minutes to play with "Dis ting."

Most days she is shy, hiding her face from any one who wants to talk to her or about her. But not today. 

On this Wednesday, I'm so glad I have my eyebrows in tact. Glad that I get the chance to be a stay at home mommy. And glad that I will never forget these special bathroom experiences, even if I wanted to.

How was your Wednesday?