Feelings
Today Jasmine and I took the babies to lunch, then the mall, then Target.
We’ve done this before, and on previous trips the two were little angels. Both of them cooing and charming the pants off everyone who walked by. Seriously, there are often tons of people walking around pants-less, having been sucked into the Isaiah and Norah Zone.
What can we say? We have damn cute babies.
But today was a little different. Lunch started fine, Isaiah flirted and showed off for a couple at the next table, Norah shoved half of a giant cookie in her mouth before she even sat down. Totally normal stuff. But when we got to mall the idyllic picture of two mamas and their beautiful babies out for an afternoon of shopping erupted into flames of woe and angst.
Norah was in her stroller because she is not a good in-store walker. I prefer to keep her strapped in the stroller where the only thing she can damage is my eardrums. Isaiah, on the other hand, is a great walker. Jasmine and G never used the stroller like I did. They used the slings and now let Isaiah walk. He’s used to it and usually happy to do it.
But not today. Today he wanted “A Seat!”. He was really heart-broken. So we traded. Isaiah rode, happy as a clam, meanwhile, Norah attempted to dismantle a display of necklaces, put on a pair of yoga pants, and escape from me by crawling under the dressing room door.
At Target the flames of woe and angst became full-on hellish inferno blasts tinged with baby poop. Both kids were tired. Both were cranky. Both of them were acting like lunatics. And to make matters worse, they were feeding off one another. So when Isaiah dropped his gum and then proceeded to wail into a dishtowel about hw his life was over, Norah (who had just been happily trying to put an exercise shirt over her head) decided that her life was over too. So she started yelling. A cacophony of baby screams.
Isaiah was having a rough time, so I took him for a trip to the jewlery section so Jasmine could have 3 seconds to think. And again, Norah started crying like she’d lost a limb, even though she had just been fine.
These kids! I can only imagine what things are going to be like when we have four little monkeys with us.
Anyone else experienced this kind of baby dramatic empathy?
And this is when people who don’t have kids yet judge…
Umm…four? Did I miss an update, dearest sister of mine?
Audrey I was wondering the same thing.
Oh hahahah! No no no. I’m just thinking…one day we will have four kids. That was not meant to be any kind of announcement. Sorry!
I’m terrified just thinking about how I’m going to have a third to add to the mayhem within the next three(ish) months. Sure, the oldest is 7, but that doesn’t mean he has to abide by some rule that states he should know better than the 2-year-old.
Me too, I was wondering the same thing, you better not announce it this way or I may have another of my own bad mommy moments to confess to.