We went to our church's small group tonight for the people that live in our part of town. Papa D came home with Big C at 6 and said "Oh man, Mama K, I forgot I have to preach tonight at 6:30 at our small group". Here I am holding Baby C thinking about the quiet night and hopefully early bed times that were in store for us tonight. I was so wrong.
Before Papa D finishes his sentence I put Baby C in her chair and dash for the kitchen. I know that we will be fed at the small group but mystery meat scares me. I scarf down our homemade Soto Ayam (traditional Javanese Chicken Soup) while Papa D hoses down Big C in the shower. We each throw some semi-nice clothes on the two girls and run for the car. Ooops, the carseats are not in the car. No time for that now! Big C is buckled up into the back seat and told if she can "duduk manis" (sit sweetly) we will give her a chocolate later. Baby C sits up front in my lap. Oh, the joys of no safety laws in this country. No fear Mom, we only are driving 15 miles an hour tops!
I had dressed Baby C in pink pants, with a bow on them, and a purple shirt. Within 5 minutes of arriving we are told we have a "handsome" baby. Gee thanks, but she's a girl, I promise. I have to get those ears pierced! My beautiful baby girl does not look like a boy to me but I guess no one will believe me until I stick some earrings in her ears.
While Papa D is preaching Big C decides that the one year old boy seated next to us is a very fun toy. You see this boy has some mighty big lips. Big C is entranced with these huge lips. She leans over and squeezes the pour boy's cheeks together so she can make the lips bigger. When she is bored of that she decides they would be fun to play like a guitar. So Big C strums the boys lips. Now she has just fallen in love with these lips and before I know it she has planted a big wet one right smack dab in the middle of those big, juicy lips....that's my girl.
We made it home at 8:30 just in time for another late bed time. Will we ever get our girls to bed at 7:30 like I dream of doing?
2 comments:
People still tell me what a handsome "little fella" I've got. Seriously. Once someone told me to get her ears pierced so that people wouldn't think she was a boy. The truth is that if the pink bows didn't tip them off, the earrings won't either. :) Keep writing... I'll read it!
well that is a very good point mrs. pope. i guess there is no hope for the not so good at guessing gender people....
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