Expressions of Pink Tool and Silk Roses
Erin and I have decided that Arden is somehow instinctually against holidays.
It seems that each holiday that arrives with applicable family fanfare falls during a time when Arden would prefer to remain stationary at home.
This from a kid who is bored as hell at home during any other given weekend.
So Sunday was Easter.
Now I am a ‘recovering’ Catholic…. And by recovering I mean I would still be a happily practicing Catholic if it wasn’t for giant middle finger the ol’ pope and O’Malley seem to enjoy wagging in front of me on a regular basis.
So I’m attempting to find spirituality without the trappings of organized religion.
Like the Catholic school girl I was I am still not comfortable with the fact that Arden isn’t baptized but I figure with the Original Nonna praying for all of us (and at her age I’m willing to bet she has a direct line to the big man himself) we’re covered.
Erin thinks I’m nuts but hey, I came from a high school whose school song opens with “Hail Mother of all holiness, Make us like to thee” and a religion who promises hell and damnation to all who don’t conform….and boy have I not conformed.
But Original Nonna doesn’t have an issue with Erin and I, says we’re not going to hell and like I said, by now she is on a first name basis with God so I figure I’m all good.
Back to Easter….
Erin’s and my good friends are Jewish/Russian and they have a daughter named Alina who we figure once she and Arden can communicate (restricted right now by Arden not speaking and Alina speaking only Russian) are going to raise holy hell together.
Alina’s second birthday party was Sunday morning at 10:30, so of course we had to be there to celebrate with them.
At 9:00 I had to call Anya and tell her that we’d be there rather late since Arden was napping and well…we knew the day would be long and starting out with a good nap under her belt seemed like a good idea.
And it was a good IDEA…..In practice all it did was buy us a semi rested GROUCH.
In her defense her biology kicked in and was trying to push some teeth through her gums…so just give me my excuse instead of the truth…that aliens from the planet Gorph zoomed in and kidnapped my pleasant, friendly child who babbles Mama and giggles uncontrollably if you ask her “Where Za BUGGY?!”.
Arden’s response to her teeth growing escapade was to sleep fitfully at night and go on a hunger strike (which continues today)
So here she is hungry (but refusing to eat), tired (because she can’t get in a block of good sleep) and in a matter of minutes PISSED OFF (because we shoved her in a mountain of pink tool and roses and then dared to put up her hair)
I’m sure if she could speak she would have taken the lord’s name in vain (On EASTER!) which would have had the Original Nonna praying double time on Monday.
She spent our brief time at Alina’s party clinging to Erin’s shoulder, pouting or breastfeeding (because, you know what? She was hungry…but don’t DARE offer her a spoon or behold the power of pissy 7 month old vocalizations).
We scooted out of the party to go to the Original Nonna’s for Easter… and carefully held Arden back until she acclimated scared of a Christmas repeat.
Now what sucks here is usually she settles in and is down right charming… IT TOOK HOURS for her to decide to be amiable to the situation and really we only got there AFTER the beautiful dress came off.
How does a 7 month old have that sort of opinion on dress??
The day was supposed to end over at my mom’s for cake and bonding with my Aunt Heather et al’ BUT even my mom had to admit that bringing Arden home at 7pm might have been a wise decision. So home we went and to bed Arden went for another restless night.
Now the next major event will be over the summer….. who wants to lay bets that she’ll either get an ear infection OR start showing some molar love?