We started out yesterday morning with a trip to visit Abbey at the cemetery. And yes, it is as sad as it sounds. No parent should ever have to do this. But we do. On our way home, we stopped at a playground located on our former street. Can you believe that Rich and I lived on the same street as an elementary school, two playgrounds and playing fields and we moved? What were we thinking?
Upon arriving at the playground, we parked the van, unloaded the girls and proceeded to hold their hands on the walk through the parking lot (with broken glass.) I scanned the playground as we entered it to assess the situation. Two girls. Two mothers. Nice. Well, all of a sudden one of the girls starts yelling something about 'no, go away' and 'this is ours.' You get where this going. The mother calls out, "It's okay, Alexa. The babies can play here too."
Alright, the girls are small. They are tiny. We hold their hands in parking lots. But they are. not. BABIES. I was immediately annoyed.
There were two climbing structures and we started playing on one of them with the girls. Well, Miss Bossy Pants decides to come storming over, climb the stairs and get all up in my face to tell me (in her baby voice, no less) that this is her castle and we can't play there. Rich and I ignored her and she eventually stormed back over to the other "castle."
As I was helping the girls climb the ladder to the second structure, Miss Bossy Pants ran up the stairs to stand on the platform and shout that we couldn't go up there. I told her that we were invaders and taking over her castle. Her mother FINALLY came strolling over to say, again, that the babies could play here too.
Within ten minutes, several other children arrived at the playground and Miss Bossy Pants finally left us alone. Now, I understand that parents of multiples or multiple children have a bit of an advantage when it comes to teaching how to share. A child with no siblings has to learn how to share while multiples simply have to share. No questions asked. This girl was beyond sharing. She was plain old obnoxious and her mother did very little parenting.
I overheard the mother talking and discovered that Alexa is five years old. I also noticed that the other girl "playing" with her never said anything. She simply kept her mouth shut and followed Alexa's orders. At five years old, this child must be in kindergarten. Is she the classroom bully?
So later that night, the girls and I talked about Alexa and her bossy ways. It was actually quite amusing to watch the girls reaction to her shouting. They just stared at her like she was crazy. I told them that the next time that happens, they need to respond with, "Get out of my way, missy."
After nap, we made a trip to the grocery store as a family. I had the three girls in one shopping cart and some woman stopped me to ask about the girls. I actually liked talking with her. I found her to be genuine and was touched when she told me that I was special. And no, she wasn't an old lady.
I wanted to mention that as we were waiting in the check-out line, there was an announcement over the speaker system. "Emily, please dial 343." You should have seen Em's face. She was looking around and kept asking, "What was that?"
The girls were able to enjoy some outside play time which went fairly well until they started to wander too much and then Anna fell in the driveway and whacked her head. I was looking at Allie and didn't see it happen but based on where she fell and where she was before I looked away, I suspect she was running.
Here are some pictures of Allie. Doesn't she look like she's in a soccer game?
And Anna. (I have to admit that I adore this first picture.)
(The can was empty. They are obsessed with trying to drink my soda.)
Em and Allie.
Em is showing me her "cast" - also known as a cardboard roll. And how does she know what a cast is? BARNEY.