This year was completely different, so wonderful, and a perfect celebration of motherhood. Notice that I did not say that it was peaceful and quiet and relaxing. In fact, it was none of those things! It was loud, messy, busy, chaotic, rushed at times, and hilarious at others. Pretty normal as far as things usually go around here with 4 kids ages 6 and under (that sounds so much easier than it did a few months ago when I had to say 4 kids ages 5 and under, ha!). It had a very apropos ending, I must say...
After nap time we did some errands at the mall and planned to eat dinner around there afterwards. Robin (bless his heart) wanted to go somewhere a little nicer than usual to celebrate me. That obviously nixed Chick-Fil-A and anything along the lines of Red Robin. But at the same time we didn't want to go somewhere too much nicer because it needed to be kid friendly and not break the bank. By the time we narrowed down our options everywhere had a solid 45 minute wait, with nowhere to sit in the waiting room. Obviously this does not work when your kids are 6, 4, 2, and 14 months. We finally drove to a restaurant we like that was about 15 minutes away and had no wait (Mellow Mushroom, if you're a local!). It fit the bill of a little nicer than usual, kid friendly, not going to break the bank, and no wait time. For some reason our food was taking a really long time to come out and the kids were trying to hard to be patient but were on the border of losing it... They even wanted to pick off of our adult salad plates while they waited for their food ;-) When the food finally came, Tessa (almost 3 yrs old) suddenly said she wasn't hungry. Of course that did NOT go over well considering that we had just ordered her her own meal (which we don't always do for the littlest ones!). We gave her "the look" (all you parents know what I'm talking about), gave her a short (and pointless) lecture about eating the food we just bought for her, and commanded her to take a bite (like any normal parent would do, right!?). She refused and this went back and forth for a minute or two. The other kids were whimpering and trying to wait for their food to cool down so they could eat it, and Robin and I were a little bit annoyed that we couldn't start into our own meals because we were trying to convince Tessa to eat hers.
Finally Tessa caved to our parental authority and took a bite. VICTORY!!! Until about 9 seconds later... She looked a little pail, was squirming in her seat, making some pathetic noises, and coughed/gagged. Robin looked annoyed again for a second and then I put the pieces together and said, "put your napkin under her mouth right now! She's going to throw up!" Yep. Called it. She puked ALL over herself and the booth seat we were sharing. Robin tried to catch it in the cloth napkin. Didn't even come close to getting all of it (valiant effort, honey!). So, Tessa is now soaked from her hair to her socks and scream-crying (I think that should be a word), the other kids are just starting to eat their food, the table next to us is just staring at us, Robin and I haven't even started our dinner, and we have a couple of nice black cloth restaurant napkins full of vomit. We literally started laughing. The irony of the day and moment! We very rarely go out for a sit-down dinner with the kids. And of course the night we decided to splurge and go for it, this happens. Robin said, "Happy Monther's Day!" We called our server over and told her we had to immediately box up all of the food she just brought out because we needed to leave. One look around and she understood our "situation." The other kids started the wind-up-to-cry since they were so hungry and had only take a couple of bites of their food. I told them they could keep their whole to-go box on their lap and eat in the car. Tessa is still scream-crying. We used the rest of the cloth napkins (sorry restaurant staff!) and a whole lotta baby wipes to clean up the booth and Tessa as much as possible. Still laughing at this point. Then we packed up all of our kid gear, guided the soaked 2-yr-old out of the restaurant, and took our more-expensive-meal-than-usual out to the car. After I got Tessa changed into dry clothes and buckled her in to her car seat and promptly fell asleep (as in, drooling on her shirt). Poor baby girl! We dragged her around a mall and took her to a restaurant where we made her take a bite when she clearly had good reasons not to! I wish I had documented the restaurant scene, but I was a little too distracted...
Sicky girl driving home |
Speaking of... One more highlight of my day. My 6-year-old son left me the sweetest gift. He colored a picture for me, folded it up as neatly as possible, and put it on my nightstand. Along with $.44 as a gift. He can't open his piggy bank by himself, so while I was gone the day before he must have grabbed all the change he had from his nightstand. Change that hadn't yet made it into his bank. And he gave it to me as his own, unprompted Mother's Day gift. He has always been so generous and these little acts are one of the best things in this life. I love that he thought of me on his own, and gave me all he could find. What a sweet gift! He stole my heart 6 years ago, that kid...
It was a really, really, really wonderful Mother's Day.