This year was different; I found myself faced with two very opinionated kids who wanted nothing to do with my plans. (Wee Black Swan and the old man from Up, if you were curious, though I hadn't fully fleshed out either idea, and -- OH FINE, I HAD DIAGRAMS, OKAY? THEY INVOLVED TULLE AND A SHIT TON OF BALLOONS, RESPECTIVELY!) No, they wanted the most typical costumes in
the history of ever: Spiderman and a ballerina.
Obviously, I relented, because I am not a crazy person, at least not in this particular case. I know this is just the beginning of one of the more bittersweet parts of parenthood, where I can no longer foist my tastes (Purim-related, or otherwise) on them, because they're developing their own. And I'll try to stand back and let them do so until Lo decides in 10 years she wants to be a Sexy Giraffe, or whatever, and then God help her.
In other news, we've just started swimming lessons. Well, not WE; J and I both know how to swim fairly well, although only one of us still occasionally talks about some years-old camp award/certificate that set forth just how good a swimmer they were. J. But, the children! The children are learning to swim. T goes to the big kid class on Monday afternoons, but Lo is still itty-bitty, and needs a parent in the water with her. The two of us, therefore, go to the parent-toddler swim class on Sunday morning. It's something I treasure, honestly, because it's rare -- since I work full-time -- that I get to to any "mommy and me" type class with my kids, and the class is really great. It is ALSO its own special brand of hell, because I get to awkwardly sing and play in a suspiciously warm pool, in front of strangers, all while wearing a hideous matronly swimsuit with a slippery child alternating between clinging to my waist and flinging herself into the water, and really. REALLY. If this wasn't a Fear Factor challenge back in the day, it damn well should've been.
I realize I haven't posted pictures of my kids in a while, so I'll close out this kid-centric post with a few recent shots. They're getting rather BIG, right? It's not just me?What is HAPPENING?
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9 comments:
Wait - kids get a CHOICE about their Purim costumes?! I went (was forced) to go as Esther every year.
Your kids looked adorable - you're a nice mommy for not forcing them to dress as biblical characters!
Your kids are so flipping adorable! And yes! When did they get so big!
My kids are in their late 20s and I have every costume I ever made for them in the hopes that there will be grandkids who can wear them. One costume, Wonder Woman, had 6 pieces and involved so much sewing and jewel-gluing that I threatened to make my daughter wear it on her wedding day.
They are darling. And I'm so thankful for you, because I would be so clueless about Jewish holidays otherwise. You not only entertain, you make me more cultured and well informed.
Steph
The last time I saw your children, Lo was crawling and eating cheese off of my finger. So yeah, they're big. And how did this happen?
My kids totally destroy every great Purim costume idea of mine. Who let them be free thinkers, anyway?
Oh my...those sweet faces just kill me!! Adorable.
Ugh, I am not a fan of the suspiciously warm pool. I am, however, glad that I'm not the only one who wonders why the pool is the exact temperature of pee.
Can I just say how much I love that you work full time (outside the home, gawd, not trying to start Something here). I love it. Because I do too (once this maternity leave is over in September) and it seems a rarity in bloggers, and moms of young children in general. I totally get what you mean about treasuring mommy and me classes.
ps - cute Spiderman and Ballerina!
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