Day 6 (of 31)

I used to embarrass very easily.
 
Truth be told, I still do but my sensitivity has been tampered with since having children.
 
Either that or the things that used to embarrass me don’t anymore because the kids have raised the bar to levels that I couldn’t even begin to imagine before they came around.
 
One of my more recent moments of humiliation came at the hands of my eldest while we were in the dreaded Wal-Mart.
 
Greg and I were brave stupid and took both kids with us to do a full-meal deal grocery shopping trip.  We went to Wal-Mart because we needed a few things that we couldn’t get at Hy-Vee and none of us really felt like making two stops.  After we loaded up our carts (2 kids = 2 carts at the Wal) with our goodies, we trudged to the front of the store to stand in line.  Greg and Adrianna were playing a game of peek-a-boo and I was getting ready to get lost in the Hollywood drama that OK! & People magazines had in store for me.
 
Then?  It happened.
 
Out of nowhere, Brock says (very loudly), “Mom!  Is vat girl wost?”
 
I look up expecting to see a tearful child searching for her missing parents.  What do I see instead?
 
A little person.
 
Now, I’m not sure what the deal is with little kids being able to sense the terror in their parents’ voices, but they can.  And they aren’t sympathetic about it.  In fact, their behavior becomes amplified with each ‘Shhhhh!’
 
Me: (very quietly) Shhhhh!  Brock, we will talk about that when we get to the car.
 
Brock: But MOM!  She is wost!  We have to help her!
 
Me: No she’s not, buddy.  She’s not a little girl.
 
Brock: Um, nooooooo.  Wook at her!  She is wike me!
 
{Obviously, the more upset he got, the louder his voice got.}
 
Me: Buddy.  I’m begging you to use your inside voice.  She is a grown-up, she is just a little shorter than Mommy & Daddy.
 
Brock: Nope, she is a wittle girl.  Hey, mom?  Why does she have a purse wike you?  Hey, mom?  Oh nevermind.  She found her daddy. (Which I assume to have been her husband)
 
And, that’s about the point where I wished it was physically possible for me to melt into a puddle of goo so that I didn’t have to deal with the little person glaring at me.
 
Day 1. I have a three-month old and already I’m thinking, I’m going to miss him at this age. Have you felt that way, and what age do you miss the most?
Day 2. What makes you uniquely you?
Day 3. A photo that makes you happy
Day 4. Post a pic of you in your favorite outfit.
Day 5. Write a blog thanking someone who has made your heart come alive.
Day 6. Your most embarrassing moment.
Day 7. Do you believe in the “cry until he sleeps” method?
Day 8. Have a beauty secret (e.g. hair tip, make up tip)? Share, please!
Day 9. What virtues do you value in yourself?
Day 10. What are some of your favorite MAC products, and what foundation/powder do you wear?
Day 11. Post a recipe. Or if you don’t cook, try a new recipe and write about how it turned out (pictures please!).
Day 12. Write about what wears you out as a woman.
Day 13. A YouTube video
Day 14. Style 31. Post an outfit pic!
Day 15. What do you wish for?
Day 16. How old was Carter when he started sleeping through the night and how did you do this?
Day 17. Write about 3 things that make you happy.
Day 18. If you could, what would you tell yourself before you had your baby?
Day 19. Write about your significant other
Day 20. Write about your job and why you love it or hate it.
Day 21. Write about your most vivid childhood memory. Post a picture of you taken over ten years ago.
Day 22. What did you do today?
Day 23. Who’s your celebrity look-alike?
Day 24. What is God teaching you presently?
Day 25. Post a pic of your favorite comfy clothes.
Day 26. What do you hope your grandchildren will say about you someday when you are gone?
Day 27. Who are your favorite bloggers?
Day 28. Write about your insecurities as a woman.
Day 29. Your day, in great detail
Day 30. What do you think is going to happen to you after you die?
Day 31. Your favorite quote
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8 thoughts on “Day 6 (of 31)

  1. Tara….that is pretty funny. Hayden frequently says…”look at the brown girl or boy.” I usually just explain it to him the best way I can. Usually the people are quite understanding. Not sure about little people, but I imagine that the brown girl or boys kids probably say….”look at that white boy or white girl” or something similar. He is just observant…and at least he wanted to help someone he didn’t even know…that is sweet! 🙂

    • Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind discussing differences and all of that, but I could tell that it was making her uncomfortable (via the glares). Oh well, now he knows that not all adults are taller than him 😉

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