This weekend was the Mommy and Me Fashion Show at the Huntington Mall. Now, for those of you who have read my previous posts (on Myspace and Facebook), you know that Gillian tends to follow in her mother's footsteps by milking her time on stage for all it's worth. But this year, probably because I hit the runway with her, Gillian was quite subdued and the only silly thing she did was a little penguin walking. No butt or bagina pickin' THIS TIME!! She is much better as a solo act, for sure! After the show, I rushed home to make potato salad for dinner and then we were off to Sherii's Park Lane jewelry party. And that is where the real fun began.
My dear friend Sherii is a beautiful, remarkably centered and organized mom of NINE KIDS (all of whom she breastfed, I would like to note). Thier modest one story brick home has a surprisingly large, open floor plan. And lemme tell ya, that place is fully stocked with everything a kid of ANY age could long for. Sherii and her husband Criag had five girls first then finished up with four boys. Kaybreh ("Kay-bree"), the oldest sibling, just finished her freshman year away at college.The identical twin boys, Trent-n-Travis are the youngest of the brood at three years old. Gillian was the only girl at Sherii's that afternoon under the age of 11. And I am proud to say that even in her braided pig tails and floral dress, my Gilly Beans got in the floor and played video games and Thomas Trains with the boys.
When it was time to leave she ran over to the mass of little boys, who were playing and/or watching a video game. Gillian took a deep, brave breath and announced to the backs of about ten heads, "Guys. Hey guys? I'm really sorry about this...but *sigh* my Mommy says I have to go now. I'd really like to stay and play with you but *another dramatic sigh* I really have to go." She hung her head and added in a small, sad voice, "I'm just...so..*sigh* sorry."
Micah, who is six years old (and the 7th of the 9 kids) was the only one to turn around. He was slack-mouthed and his eyes were blank as he took in the sight of my sad little girl. "Ok Gillian. See ya later." With that, he resumed the game.
Gotta love the girl-guy dynamic. It starts from birth, I swear.
Micah and the twins ended up following us outside. Micah wanted to play basketball. The twins apparently wanted to pee on stuff. Their matching pants were down around their ankles and they were full-frontally exposed. Gillian was safe and sound inside the car and instead of saying bye to them, I blurted, "Are you guys peein'?!" Two identical little smiley faces nodded a happy yes.
Micah said, "I'm not!" Travis (altho they are always dressed alike, the boys have distinct personalities and it helps that Travis sucks on two fingers and Trent sucks on his thumb) said, "I'm peein on a caddypillar!" Trent shrugged and said with a grin, "I'm just peein." Just then, I heard an uproar from inside Sherii's house. The good-humored mom burst through the front door laughing and yelling.
"Summer! I'm so sorry! BOYS! Stop that! Get in here!" And after the caterpillar was sufficiently soaked, Trent-n-Travis pulled themselves back together and went inside. Only to rush back out and talk to me the whole time I was pullin out of their driveway!
As we drove away, relishing the silence, Gillian said she wanted to have a sleep over at Sherii's. I texted Sherii and didn't get a response. Perhaps nine kids is enough to deal with. Although, I might just drop Gilly off unannounced one day and run some errands. In the Caribbean. Sherii would never know, Gillian blends in so well with the youngest boys of her clan.
That is, unless someone challenges her to a peein' contest!! Then she might be...exposed!
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