Recently, while sitting down for a living room lunch picnic with my 3.11 year old, I watched as she twitched and rolled and did all kinds of acrobatics on the floor during our conversation. And I realized - it really didn't phase me. It's how 3 & 4 year olds act all the time. Then, I started envisioning what it would be like if we, as adults, were accepted as completely normal when participating in these antics as part of life as 30-something-year-olds. What if we felt the freedom to just kick our legs up and roll on the floor during a business meeting or at the grocery store? Wouldn't it be fun if it were perfectly normal to carry on a conversation looking something like.... this....
(Scene: Mommica cooking dinner. Husband enters room with glass of wine ready to hand Mommica after long day of Suicide Watch over the accident prone/everything-ingesting toddler...)
Husband: "Here you go, sweetie. How was your day?"
Mommica: (picking my nose up to my brains) "Oh fine, babe. You know... a little of this. A little of that."
Husband: "Oh? So what's for dinner?"
Mommica: "Hmmm... well (as I start to balance on one leg)... I dunno - what're you gonna make us?"
Husband" "Ha ha. Seriously. What healthy, delicious meal are you making me?"
Mommica: (doing a handstand with one leg swinging up in the air, looking at Husband upside down) "Umm... how about Coq au Vin? I'm really tired and want to get kids in bed early. Hey, how do you spell Coq au Vin?"
Husband: "Ummm... let's see - I think it's WXVVINILKSSC? Hey! Wanna see how high I can jump?"
Mommica: "Ya! Do it!"
Husband: (Jumps super duper high with both legs up and lands breathing loud and hard.)
Mommica: "Wow Husband. You jump SO high HA ha ha Ha ha HA HA ha haA ha." (my hands go on my hips and I sway back and forth like I'm 30.)
Husband: "Thanks. I practiced that all day. I'm looking forward to jumping even higher when the boss and his fam get here next week. I'm sure he'll be impressed."
Mommica: "Definitely." (Picking my nose again and pulling out a he-UGE boogie and holding it out to Husband on the tip of my finger.)
Husband: "Need a kleenex?"
Mommica: "Mmmhmm." (smiling, rolling around on the kitchen floor lifting legs in the air and kicking feet while putting my hands under my knees, seeing if I can make a fart sound, while the skirt's falling down exposing my undergarments.)
Husband: "Hey Babe, what's on my lunch schedule tomorrow?" (making an airplane noise as he reaches for his glass)
Mommica: "Ugh. I don't know - why do you always make me check your lunch calendar every day?? (I just fall down, because standing on 2 feet is sometimes harder than it looks.)
Husband: "PLEASE tell me who's Lunch Person tomorrow!!! PLEASE! Look at my calendar! (doing a potty dance)
Mommica: "Fine. (getting up from the floor after my fall, then hopping on every syllable) You're - taking - your - client - Julie - out - to - lunch."
Husband" "Yay!!! Hooray! (running down the hall at mock speed and hitting the wall as hard as he can.)
Mommica: (racing Husband down the hall, now screaming at the top of my lungs and then tripping, and running into him until we collide, bounce off each other, fall and both start crying.)
Husband: (rolls onto me laughing and saying in high voice "tickey tickey tickey" as he tickles my sides.)
Mommica: (Laughing, then screaming for him to stop, then laughing again.) "STOP!" "Now, let's get dinner started - let's go play the somersault game and then eat dinner."
Wouldn't that be fun? Ah... to be a careless 3 year old again...
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14 comments:
Oh... I miss you too. Where have you been?
Have you started up tennis? THAT would totally take me away from blogging!
Oh those sweet little tennis skirts. No, sadly, I'm just in my plain old clothes, but it's just had to take a back seat for a while, love. I'm still always here.
Hey DON'T knock it until you've tried it. Hubby and I have gone through many a conversation with an undiscussed bodily function war coinciding.
Seriously, though, can you imagine how stinking TIRED and hungry you would be after doing all that stuff. No wonder they demand food all the time.
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Oh my goodness. That was hilarious!
I have been wondering if you abandoned the blog...but so happy you didn't. This post is HILARIOUS! And so completely, 100% true to any parent of a young one. I was just talking yesterday about how strange it is that little ones feel the need to run everywhere. Walking, to them, is SO hard. Yet then we get older, and running becomes SO unbelievable hard sometimes!
Love this post!!!!
Um yeah, I'm pretty sure this is actually how your hubby acts. Gooey got her first tooth today. We can't wait to show you.
Love,
M
You left the best comment ever at Angie's "Keep beleieving" blog (We are not good at Taking help 4/8/08). Thank you so much.
p-chew... p-chew...p-chew like my laser gun mommica? Glad you are back!!! yaaaaayy! (running around kitchen table). *bonk* owww!! I loved this post because sometimes when your boss makes you mad, all you want to do is fling a booger at them. And then later if he nice, maybe he can have some of my fruit roll-up. For now, you can have some fruit roll up. My boss (ex-boss!) is yucky.
Yeah it would be nice to be three again. Thanks for the fantasy.
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I love the new pic!
I want to be 3 again cuz it's been years that I've been able to get my leg behind my head. You know, without injuring myself.
Were your ears burning today? I was talking about you. on my blog that is. I blinged you if you want to come get it.
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Angie sent me over here--I read your comment on her accepting help post. You said it so well.
My BFF's husband is dying of lung cancer (he has a month or two left). The helplessness is intense. Them allowing us to help is a tremendous gift to us.
HahaHA! Great post girlfriend!!! Sadly, my hubs really does act like a 4 year old most of the time...the farting, the nose picking, the whole nine yards. ;)
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