Jason had the kids this weekend, but I didn’t get to see them until Sunday.
We get back from Church, then they arrive from Church with their Grandma (Jason’s Mom), and proceed to attack Jason.
Grabbing his legs, trying to pull him down, giggling madly, evil gleams in their beady innocent eyes. Scary, I tell you and they just came from CHURCH. Well, along with Sunday school snacks, which could include large doses of popcorn, skittles, and possibly liquid sugar shots? Yeah, I think that’s what it was.
Sydney was at home, she wasn’t able to go to Church, since she went to her boyfriends races the night before, and they ended late. I found out via Facebook she had a terrible night and possibly her boyfriend was cheating on her? What?!?! Her Dad even called me, once he got her update, to find out what was going on.
Oh my, is this how we parent? Of course back in my parents day, they had no CLUE what was going on. Unless you count the wailing sounds from my room, or Air Supply blaring from the speakers. I am grateful for Facebook and Twitter – I get to keep in touch with my teen. I actually know what’s going on or when something is going on (well at least more so).
I decide to go get her (right away) and immediately take her for chocolate, and guy bashing, aka The Cure.
The kids were so busy playing, they didn’t want to pack into the car again. J’s oldest wanted to stay home and kill Dad play with Dad. The plan was..I would go get Sydney and we would eat lunch, trash the no good cheater catch up, polish off desert and be good as new to reunite with everyone.
I had my keys in hand, and was saying good-bye, when I feel a tug at my pants. I look down to see the Cheshire kid. You know the one? Face of an angel, twinkling eyes, playful charming smile….yeah that one….the one that gets you.
J’s youngest, Bridget
Bridget: I go wit choo. (cocks head smiling sweetly)
Me: You want to go with me? (I point to myself, look around at J in incredulous wonder – J shrugs)
Bridget: Yesth, I go wit CHOO. (pokes me with her little pudgy finger)
Me: Ooookay. (still looking for help, getting none)
Don’t get me wrong, she asks to go with me all the time – it just usually doesn’t work out. Plus, she can get moody when she is hungry or tired (it’s so cute, it’s just like Jason). We had talked about doing separate things with the kids, so he could have some one on one time with each of them. This seemed as good a time as any. It’s just so strange to see her away from her older sister Molly. With them only two years apart, they are very close, they even sleep in the same room. Plus, she had never left alone with me. She is a Daddy’s girl through and through.
Alrighty then, I grab her car seat and off we go to get Sydney. She is happy, beaming her mega-watt charm of a smile. I end up taking them both to a restaurant. She was so good. Never cried, wasn’t bored, picked out exactly what she wanted to eat, and ate it. No fuss at all. I love this kid!
I had chicken nuggets, but I didn’t like the sauce, so I asked for gravy. I get my gravy and the Cheshire kid promptly dips her fries in it. I was shocked! I said, “Did you just dip your fry in MY GRAVY?” I give her the scary eye.
An eruption of delighted giggles burst forth, not scared at all, as she continued to dip every fry, cackling gleefully each joust. I immediately picked up the phone and text Jason. My text read:
Your daughter is country! She is dipping her fries in my gravy.
Oh my sweet Lord, the Cheshire kid is sucking me in. She likes gravy with her fries, just like a good ole girl from Oklahoma. We finish with dessert and come to find out, Sydney’s boyfriend thing? False alarm. Something about a fortune cookie on Sorority girls, huh? Whatever THAT means. Heh!
Back we go hand in hand to the car, Sydney helps belt her in. She hasn’t even asked about Daddy, little stink. She finally does in the car. We head back with her all grins and charming endearment.
Later that afternoon, as Sydney and I are preparing to leave, after we shopped at Wal-Mart for FIVE Operation Christmas Child boxes, with two still hyper banshees kids. THEN, stuffed them to the gills packed all of them. If that wasn’t a work out, I don’t know what is.
Here she came, the Cheshire kid, with those big eyes, and that sweet little face turned up to me, arms reaching.
Bridget: I go wit choo.
Me: But baby, I’m going home. (lifting her into my arms)
Bridget: I not Baby! I Bridget! I go WIT choo.
Me: You want to come home with me? Where will you sleep? With Sydney or me?
Bridget: Swedney.
Me: What about the closet? I can string you a hammock in the closet and you can live there.
She nods.
Bridget: I go wit choo. (lays her silky head on my shoulder)
That little Cheshire kid. I’d take her home in a heartbeat. She has charmed me out of my mind, take a three year old home with me? What? It’s like I’m hypnotized! Nodding my head, picking her up. Goodness gracious!
Me: One day, you can come visit me at my house, OK?
Bridget: Ochay.
Why do I get the feeling she is not going to forget that promise? What in the world am I getting myself into?
Oh, my heart.
Oh sweet, sweet, sweet! Hang in there – here come the pulling of the heart strings.
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Jenny,
I think she has mastered the song.
🙂
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Too cute! Better string up that hammock, your going to need it! Those heart stings can only be tugged at a few times before they cave. LOL
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Heather,
She is impossible to resist!
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i never cheated on her…never have, never wanted to, and never will
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Kyle,
I know. We know. Stupid Facebook games. 🙂
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So, is that Kyle the boyfriend?
Kyle…you totally almost lost a very important appendage…
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Hi Jessica,
Meet Kyle, age 16, crazy about Sydney over a year now. No way he’d cheat, but now he knows what would happen if he did. HA.
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Isn’t she the most precious little girl you have ever seen? Love to squeeze her!
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Sue,
Your granddaughter (and grandkids-all of them) are the sweetest, most beautiful children I have ever seen. Each one has the kindest eyes, and the biggest hearts. What a legacy! I know you are so proud of them.
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Hello Angelia!
I really enjoyed reading this post. I know exactly what you mean when you say you are thankful for FaceBook and Twitter. I have three daughters and they are the reason I first got involved with Social Media sites in the first place. It started with Myspace and now has moved on to FaceBook and Twitter. I feel better connected to them because of it.
Thank you 🙂
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Keith,
What in the world happened to myspace? That is where my daughter was at first too. She got on Facebook because of me. LOL.
I think it’s awesome. I know so much more about her, than I could ever get from a conversation. I’m glad you see it the same way. My dad is online, and talks to people online, but not to me (more like dating online). I think he is missing out. I am grateful to interact with Sydney.
I think parents these days, if they are open to it, are very lucky!
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“The Cheshire kid” – so true, aren’t they all? I don’t know how anyone can’t be won over by the innocence and sweetness of a three year old.
Thanks for a great post with a little glimpse into your life.
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Carolyn,
Yes, it is true! They are definitely winners with every twinkle of their eye. I love it!
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oh our hearts too!!! wow.
what a delightful eve’ning
you’re falling in llllloooooovvvveeeeeee!
This is a seriously sweet post!!! I’m wearing a smile as big as the sky. Thank You and Cheers and Bon Voyage. 🙂
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Bliss,
She is definitely many bliss moments for me. I am seriously head over heels. What a cutie! Cheers my friend!
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It seems you have your hands full, different problems, different ags, yet both seem to keep you busy.
I love your writing, love drips from the page.
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Wilma,
Thank you so much. I think my heart writes, my fingers just do the work. I’ve always loved children. I work in the Church nursery every other week with different ages. It brings me great joy to interact with them. I’d take them all home if I could. I really do feel a calling to orphanage mission work.
They are precious to me. 🙂
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Ah, I love it! I can totally picture her because I have my own little Cheshire kid at home…a 3 year-old with a 100 watt smile. They sure can tug at your heart strings and then twist them right into a big ol’ knot. Toddlers are crafty that way. =)
Mindy
http://www.thesuburbanlife.com
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Mindy,
Crafty! That’s a good word. I know I’m getting sucked in, they know they are sucking us in, and there is that 100 watt smile the whole time. Little stinkers!!
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Okay, I gotta admit this is waaay cool, and I have no idea how it linked. Seeing my post retweeted by strangers three times last night just makes me jump up and down!
So Social comments, I love you! THANK YOU!
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Sweets – you are so sunk.
I done think the Chesire Kid has sunk your battleship.
Welcome to stepmomland 😉
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Peggy,
Good thing…I love to swim. 🙂
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I STILLLLL throw a tantrum when I am hungry or tired! Are you kidding? LOL! I am 24!!
I also wanted to thank you for posting on my page! I am sooo excited to see new moon…it’s almost a crazy obsession…..
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StephaE,
HA! Too cute 🙂 I am VERY excited for you! One more night, woo!
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Oh man, that is SO SWEET! And I love that you were taking her for chocolate and THE CURE. Totally awesome! 🙂
Thanks for coming by again today on my special day! You’re the best!
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Foxy,
You gotta teach them “the ways”, it’s a mom’s privilege.
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what a sweet story!
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angelina la dawn,
Thank you! She is a sweet, sweet little girl.
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Ah, kids are great.
mary
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Hi, Angelia. Stopping by from SITS. I didn’t have my own kids – raised my husband’s. Three boys moved in @ ages 7, 10, 12. No tearing on my heartstrings, believe me. It was sheer survival mode 24/7.
But now I have a beautiful 2 yr old Grandson (shhh, he’s asleep in the other room right now), and he is the light of my life and has the daily chore of pulling on my heartstrings in the most amazing, whimsical ways when it is least expected.
Happy New Year from a SITsa!
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THANKS FOR SHARING AND HAPPY NEW YEAR
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