Tuesday, March 31, 2009

the wonder kids.

Their names were Princess Consuela Banana Hammock, PoopSmith and PopTart.

I can't explain them except to say that they are the bench mark that my kids entire lives will be held to.

The oldest, Princess Consuela Banana Hammock, could possibly be my roll model. At nine she felt isolated from kids her age because they were boring and childish. This girls idea of a good time was Jumping on the bed to Outkast and making up plays in the living room...not ooohhhing and aaahhhing over Zach and Cody or whoever the flavor of the month was back then. She was a kid...but with a biting wit and bitter intelligence that half of my friends couldn't understand.
At age 11 she told her mom that her two closest friends were her two 21 year old babysitters. This made me beam for days and shattered my heart at the same time.
Only this girl could make me be excited that an 11 year old liked me. Really liked me.

The first time they met Jeff, the boys (poopsmith and poptart) took one look at him and named him Gertrude and from then on used him as their personal, portable jungle gym.

And also, one time, the third born - six at the time, beat me at a 3 week straight game of Simpsons Monopoly.
if you need me to extract everything cool about that sentence, I will. Six year old. 3 week long game. Simpsons. Beat me.*

I read their mothers novels while laying across her couch.

Later on in life I will jaunt down extensive notes titled "W.W.J.D.?" when in crisis as a parent. The J here is for Julianna - as in, this Julianna.

She also writes this blog -

she wrote one entry in which she refers to a baby sitter who is obviously neither me or Joanna and my heart broke inside a little.

This weekend however, in between the excitement that is Alpha Chi Omega's 80th anniversary on campus - seeing all of my old sisters and reuniting with the town that turned me from a child into an adult, Joanna and I get to spend time with the wonder kids. And that's what I'm most excited about.

*because of this fateful June, I now hate monopoly. and no, I didn't let him win. He destroyed me.


JQ said...

this makes me tear up. my heart broke a little and still breaks a little when i read that about the babysitter.

(And Theo beat me at Apples to Apples once, so don't feel too bad.)