That three week plague/stomach flu quarantine we endured meant that I was a less than stellar mommy. I trudged through my sickest days, often resting on the couch trying to do as little as humanly possible and feeling terribly guilty about it.
Emme quickly rebounded from her plague bouts and would demand to go outside or play “getchoo” (chase). My exhausted, old butt found myself saying “Daddy will take you out when he gets home from work…” Instead, I’d try to engage her with low energy activities like crafts, puzzles and blocks. I told myself “When you feel better, you’re going to make this up to her.”
So that’s what I started doing today. I tried to make the day’s activities as fun as possible. I took Em on her first trip to the post office. I purposely took her to an old neighborhood post office with little to no traffic so she could walk around. She tried to politely engage a curmudgeon in conversation. He mumbled and scowled at her. Luckily, she was obliviously unscathed. I was not, so I gave him the “what the hell is wrong with you!?!” look he deserved.
As we walked out, we saw a huge excavator and various large construction trucks across the street. We spent a good time watching them work and singing “Bob the Builder! Can we fix it? Bob the Builder! Yes, we can!” We returned to the car, trading our Bob the Builder acapella for a “Thomas & Friends” sing-along.
During lunch, Em requested a trip to the mall. She’s only been to one maybe once or twice in her whole life, so I found that amusing. She gets her mall curiosity from a music class song about shopping at a mall. While she napped, I researched a local mall to see what it offered the toddler set. Carousel, ice rink, play castle…score! Plus, I needed to get her some sandals at Stride Rite. We arrived, got our shoes and headed out to explore the mall. I got her a rare sugary treat (a sprinkle-covered sugar cookie) at Great American Cookies. She eagerly spotted Target. (Bullseye! That’s my girl!).
I tried to convince her to ride the carousel, but she wasn’t having any of it. As we watched it spin, she said “I want to go home!” Instead, we walked through the American Girl store. I have a feeling that’s in our future, so I wanted to check it out. HOLY CRAP, it’s a racket! I couldn’t get over how expensive everything was. The $120 basic doll is the starting point and it just gets crazy bananas from there with all the clothes, accessories, etc. I thought I was the shit when my Cabbage Patch Kid had a table-attaching high chair and a Koosa. The American Girl swag makes CPK look ghetto.
I walked through the store in total disbelief. But then I saw a group of little girls having a tea party at the American Girl Bistro (yeah, they have a bistro) and it was really adorable. They looked so happy with each other, drinking tea, eating cakes and holding their dolls. I’m looking forward to doing things like that with Emme.
After touring American Girl, we headed for the ice rink for some sight-seeing. Em loved it. She kept saying “Look at her, mommy!” ”That boy is FAST, mommy!” She wasn’t thrilled about leaving. Through the parking lot, she kept saying “I’m not scared! I want to ride the carousel.” That tantrum was avoided when I suggested we get her Whataburger for dinner. She’s been asking for it since before she got sick, so she was super excited at that prospect.
After dinner, I took her outside to ride her bike. We played fetch with a neighbor’s dog, made a sandcastle and ran about playing getchoo. I asked her how her day was. She replied “I had FUN!” She soon went down at bedtime without a fight.
It was a good day. (kow) :)