Typical mornings



Yes, it’s been awhile since yours truly blogged, but we were retooling out web site and we’re still working out the kinks. Pictured here is Miss Veeka at the beach – that is, North Beach, which is a charming spot on Chesapeake Bay I’m guessing about 20 miles south of Annapolis. It was a lovely spot and I met with a number of women from my local Single Moms by Choice group there on Sunday afternoon. Our Little Charmer of course adored the water, the sand, you-name-it.
This Wednesday we will be going in for Our First Haircut, a seminal event. Today started slowly; sometimes I think motherhood is like one of those nightmare dreams when you are trying so hard to get somewhere and you constantly get delayed. Trying to have breakfast and then get dressed and get out of the house is like that. I no sooner change Veeka’s diaper and put her in her nice daytime clothes when she has a diaper explosion. So it’s back on the changing table.
Or she spills breakfast all over herself. Then the cat throws up. One morning, I was getting towels to wipe all that up when I got upstairs only to discover Veeka had walked THROUGH the mess and had tracked the gook all over the carpet.
Also, this morning, I was rushing to leave when I could not find Veeka’s sandals. She had been parading them about, wanting me to put them on and I had refused, as I don’t like to put her shoes on til just before we go. So she hid them. More than 12 hours later, I still have no idea where they are. When I say, WHERE ARE YOUR SANDALS? she just giggles.
Then tonight I had worked so hard to make this wonderful beef-and-cheese-and-taco stack dinner with yummy tomato sauce. Veeka would have none of it. It was about to be tossed on the floor when I grabbed her plate. Ditto for the nutritious chicken-and-asparagus dinner I fixed the other day. Nope. She wants those French fries. Then there was the other Friday night when I didn’t want to cook, so I took Veeka to a nice Korean restaurant, as the daycare is in Korea town, as they call it. I had no sooner dug into the main dish when Our Princess decided she was bored and wanted to wander about the place. No more kimchee for her, although she did like the anchovies. Well, I could not let her terrorize the other customers. Then she began to shriek. I was about ready to walk away from the meal when a very nice waitress presented Veeka with a lollipop. That bought me about 10 minutes.
A friend of mine told me last night that she gained weight when her kids were toddlers cuz the only restaurants she could take them to were fast food places. I can see why. Veeka does like MacDonalds, btw. She’s cottoning onto Starbucks because of that yummy chocolate milk I buy her there. And I’m teaching her to appreciate sushi.
In case any of you wondered, she has grown taller, heavier and her feet have moved onto the next shoe size. And my back is aching, yes.

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2 Responses to Typical mornings

  1. Catherine says:

    She’s still an absolute doll, hidden sandals and all. And yes, they do like McDonald’s and all those other yummy fast-food joints. If you have to take her to McDonald’s, they now have a pretty good and not-too-calorie-laden Southwest Chicken Salad you could eat…

    Thinking back to an earlier blog post of yours, my brother Russ used to rock himself a lot on the couch. He did that until he was at least 4 years old, and my daughter Natalie used to do that, too, so that’s behavior that is pretty common among little ones, whether they’ve been in an orphanage or not.

    I really enjoyed talking with you the other day, Julia. Keeping you both in my prayers.

    Catherine

  2. Kristen says:

    Don’t feel bad Julia, Annika’s sandals were lost for a month! After I finally gave in and replaced them (fortunately in another color) we found them in teh back of her doll’s stroller! Her response, Now I rember…I was taking Sara-pie to the Mall!

    Kristen