It's a girl thing....

I got a whim last week..... I was busy at work, Rich was back into the insanity of coaching football and it was the week of Daily Doubles and yet I decided I was going to make it happen. Me + Emma + a trip to Eugene. A girls weekend to shop for clothes, shoes, etc in preparation for her first year of MANY in the public school system. I coordinated three sitters for Sara in our absence (since Rich was pretty much stuck doing football all day Friday and Saturday). My grandma was more than happy to be our food and lodging Friday night, and I was able to steal Saturday night from an old friend I hadn't been able to sit and just be girls with for over 10 years. I managed planning all of this on Wednesday afternoon at about 3:21 pm.

So, Friday Em and I set off at about 4:30pm. We were on the road, gas tank full, snacks and beverages in tow, Emma's movie player belting out "Barbie and The Pauper". Now, I continually make fun of my in-laws family tradition of stopping at all landmarks, reading the historical markers, etc....but as we neared Sahalie Falls I had this nostalgia set in of remembering stopping there when I was a kid, and how magical the waterfall seemed. So, in the span of about 4.2 minutes I pulled in, walked Emma up to the viewpoint (while I was wearing work trousers and wedge heels) snapped a picture, let her take it in (for maybe one whole minute), and then we were off again!

We got to Grandma's, had my favorite childhood dinner that she makes (chicken and dumplin's) and had a great time visiting and letting Emma explore the treasures in "Nanu's" home. The next morning we took off for a day of shopping and adventures around mom's home town. I took Em to CHS to see where I made my high school memories. I was not so kindly greeted with a giant wall of windows now blocking access to the courtyard and the infamous "Rock" that I had told Emma all about. I'm currently in the process of writing a letter to...well, someone....about how rude Emma thought it was that we could not go in and look. We hit up Goodwill and got some great finds, as well as assisted a flamboyantly gay man find a sequined belt. It made me laugh, made me miss Eugene, and made Emma's eyes about as big as saucers. We drove through Saturday market, went to campus and visited some of Rich's ex students (complete with an apartment warming gift of a bag full of Top Ramen, Mac & Cheese, Capri Sun and Microwave Popcorn...they were totally excited), and then made our way to Autzen to take part in Fan Day where we ran into two more ex-Prinevillians along with Jerry Allen. Emma was amazed by the size of it all....as well as the realization that the Oregon Duck was "real". She did comment that she didn't think he could actually swim though.

We then shopped for the next 5 hours. Emma was the recipient of all $130 made at a garage sale the prior weekend. It managed to help her acquire....one dress, three tops, 5 pair of pants, one jacket, one sweater, one coat, 7 pair of panties, 2 headbands and a stunning pair of bronze leather mary janes purchased from, where else, Burch's - which just happens to be where my parents took me to purchase school shoes. We did lunch at Baja Fresh, we did dinner at the Food Court in Gateway Mall, where she was so excited to choose which table we would sit at. I spotted a photo booth in the distance where I tried to get her to engage in silliness. All I got out of her was "MOM! I don't like that last picture...you made my face look silly and I DON'T LIKE THAT." Get over it dear, welcome to life with me as your mother.

We ended the weekend by heading over to the home of an old girlfriend of mine I hadn't been able to just sit and "girl" talk with in years. Emma played with toys, watched movies and was totally content while the older girls caught up. At midnight, I realized not only was I still awake, but so was Emma. We crawled into bed, and both passed out within minutes. Early the next afternoon we pulled into Prineville with Emma's bounty. A crazy, busy whirlwind of a weekend. As I tucked Emma in last night she left me with these words...."Mom, can we do that every year." Yes, Yes...and YES. Here's to tradition my girl. I loved it as much as you did.

Following up, Sara had a restless night a few days after I swore I stepped on a snake in her room. The next day I said, "Why couldn't you sleep, Boo?" I got this reply, "Well mom, I have to tell you something. The red snake, all red, was tip toeing through my room and he kept saying 'Sssssssss....Sssssssss' and that was why I couldn't sleep." Remember, this is the same child that said she couldn't go to sleep because her goldfish were splashing in the tank.

To end this saga, I searched the room for No Feet, and found nothing. I'm hoping he found his way out. At least that's what I told Sara. "He missed his mama so he tip toed back outside and he's not coming back."

No Feet talks, Mom...

So, this weekend as I walked into Sara's room to put her to bed, I stepped down and felt something slither under my foot. YES...SLITHER. I jumped about 4 feet (that's high for me) and looked down to see nothing. Keep looking, while freaking out....still, nothing. Sara even laughed at me "Mama - why you jump and be all scared?". Because I am a good mom, I tucked her in and left the room. I figured whatever "it" was found a good home under her bed and we would tackle the job of finding "it" in the morning.

Next morning, I move the bed, look under toys, etc. and there is no snake to be found. I tell Sara I am looking for a snake and she says, "There's a snake sleeping under my bed?" with the excitement and enthusiasm of the Crocodile Hunter. She thought maybe it was the caterpillar she squished and then lost in the carpet over a week ago, who I am sure has been vacuumed up a time or two since she loved him to death. Then suddenly she tells me "Maybe it's No Feet?" For those not in the know, No Feet is the snake on her favorite cartoon Little Bear. She immediately scrunches up her face and says, "No....it can't be No Feet. No Feet talks, Mom. He would have said "ow" if you step on him." And that, my followers, is one of the many reasons why I love her so.



I will leave you with this, our nightly ritual as I tuck her in:
Sar Bear: "Mama, I love you sooooo much. I gonna love you forever."
Mama: "I love you too Sar Bear - I gonna love you forever. And do you promise to be my Sar Bear forever?"
Sar Bear: "Yes...but I am gonna get growed up. And Sar Bear is gonna love you forever."