After a hectic morning dealing with two very cranky babies... we finally got out of the house and all went to the mall. John and I didn't really believe either of them would last very long but we did it anyway. Much to our surprise with a lot of redirection, timely snacks, and juice boxes we stayed until after 7pm... yup... after their bedtime. Neither of them had a nap either. The funny thing is we really didn't have set goals in mind. We thought we'd try getting a Santa picture, let Aidan ride the train, and look for a few things for baby Conner but we basically just walked around and looked at whatever we wanted to. The first stop was at Ruby Tuesdays for lunch. For a minute or two I'd thought we'd have to leave. Aidan was whining and starting to throw a fit for her food. Ainsley was cranky and was outright crying (and anyone who knows her knows she is LOUD). I started to panic and get embarrassed but then I calmed myself down, told myself that of course I can handle it and that if I get upset.. it'll make it worse, and so very nicely (if I do say so myself) handled them both so that the lunch went well. (And the stressed out manager stopped looking at us with that "oh shit" expression) Afterward we shopped around, Aidan rode the train with her Daddy, we shopped some more, deliberated on trying Santa for awhile, decided to shop some more, had many bathroom breaks with Aidan, was told how cute our "little boys" were in their matching outfits by many people, deliberated again and again decided to shop some more, finally tried Santa, Aidan rode the train with me, stopped at
Walmart with the girls sleeping in the backseat, and then went home. We didn't even buy all that much.
While we waited in line to see Santa I stood with Aidan so that she can see him and showed her how all the kids were sitting in his lap and what they were doing and was trying to get her used to the idea. In between kids.. he'd look over and wave at her. After perhaps the fifth time or so... she waved back and would even say "Hi Santa!"
Weeeeel, when it came her turn OF COURSE she flipped out. In fact, she sat on his lap and threw a fit all red faced and kicking. Apparently she was hurting him by kicking him in the shins... which I didn't know until after it all. Ainsley too cried but was easily distracted by the jingle bells the girl was shaking... she was okay as long as she didn't look at who was holding her. It was an
awkward situation made even more
awkward because the young girl taking the pictures just stood there and shook the bells... she wouldn't take the picture.. even when they both got distracted .... hello?.... so both Santa and I both had to tell her to "TAKE THE PICTURE!"
Anyway, I would hate to have his job and I feel bad about the shin kicking... Santa let me know that it hurt him quite a bit. Sorry! I gave John a lecture about how if the girls freaked out
we'd just leave because I didn't see why parents
traumatize their kids for it... but it was just so
awkward and everyone looked at me to decide what to do and well .... you want to know the funny thing.... the picture they got wasn't that bad. The picture that was FINALLY taken was right when the both of them calmed down for a minute. You can tell they weren't happy.... but... you know.... it could have been worse.
Speaking of Old St. Nick.... it was really weird... when I was standing with Aidan watching all the other kids sit on his lap I got this strong excited feeling... like I was the kid and was about to sit on his lap and I TOTALLY believed in him. I really can't describe it accurately but it was one of the strangest things I've felt in a long time. I'm trying to figure out what it was... it certainly wasn't a representation of what Aidan was feeling... perhaps what she'll feel one or two years from now... but not NOW.... anyway.... it was so odd it
kindof unsettled me for a bit. I suppose I felt stupid.....
hmmm.... maybe I was picking up on the feelings of another kid??