The only bad parts were a)Jenna wanted to go to IKEA and I wanted to go with her, but I would have had to get a sitter for the kids. I tried to sell her on the idea of coming with us, but she wasn't buying. I often feel torn, and often feel like the big kids get the short end of the stick because the little ones take more time and attention. There is a cost to every choice you make in life. I am glad for the choice of having three more sweet babies and wouldn't trade them for anything, there is a cost though and that is that I am busy with little kids and the big kids have to baby sit from time to time and learn to be less selfish. They get a big fun family and the opportunity to serve and nurture (that's the up side), mom is less available for late night movies, and big kid outings (the down side). Every choice has a price. b) I kind of didn't feel great this morning, and considered staying home. But I figured I wasn't dieing so I should go...and on the off chance that I was dieing I might as well spend one last fun day with the kids anyway. So I didn't feel good the first couple of hours and wondered if I had made a good choice, then I felt better and in the end I was glad that 1) I was still alive at the end of the day and 2) we had gone.
c) we lost track of H for a minute. I was worried, then we found her, I was glad. Really everyone was cooperative and stayed mostly with me. I am just a worrier.
which leads me to d) the marco polo problem. I am an attachment parenting style mom for sure. I love the kids in my bed, on my hip, in my skin and by my side. I don't really feel confident that they will even keep breathing without me there to supervise for the first few years and I don't like to leave them. Now they are all bigger so it's better but I still like to know where they are, what they are doing, who they are with and when we go places I want them in sight. For years little has gone to the women's rest room with me. This works great for me. I think he should still come. He does not. Has not for awhile but until recently I could convince him. Now he puts his foot down and would rather hold it until we get home. Urgh! (I can not) So I place him right outside the door and tell him not to move a muscle. Then I take the stall closest to the door and we play marco polo.
Him: "I'm here"
one minute later
Me: "still there?"
Him: "yes mom"
I know, I need help....
So we rode the metro, the only way I will go to the mall. It costs but is worth every penny and the kids LOVE it.
Then we went to the Native American Museum. Very nice, lots of fun. We ate in the food court, delish but we won't do that again. We shared a buffalo burger, a Navajo taco, pumpkin salad, chicken nuggets and dessert ($70) Rip off. The kids loved it and it was fun, next time we will go next door to the McD cafe' and enjoy some gourmet mc'nuggets instead.
Then we went to the Air and Space Museum, a favorite.
Then the sculpture garden and the Smithsonian Castle, both delightful. Then rode the carousel and the metro back to the car.
On the way home we stopped for some new shoes for little. His "old" ones (two months old) were a disgrace. His sock poked out of the toe on both feet, his laces were frayed and they were in every way falling apart. What does he do to them?? I have tennis shoes that I have been wearing for 6 years that look better than his 6 week old ones.