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Each other's hands

Posted on 2013.06.15 at 09:15
About six weeks ago, I dropped the ailing Volvo off at our mechanic, an aspiring filmmaker who is on the city council, has terrible politics, and tinkers on Volvos in his backyard. We left Clutchy unlocked, joking that the best thing that could happen is that it got stolen.

Usually our libertarian fimmaker council-member gets Clutchy back to us within a day or two, maybe a week. This time he still has Clutchy. We have reason to believe that he got married in the past six weeks, (ie facebook photos from our contractor who built the house addition).  The problem is that Clutchy is the problem we all just want to go away. Having her parked at the libertarian council-member film-maker's house allows us all to pretend just that.


Last Sunday we went to Payless, before meeting some other families for dinner. Hawaii said, "Mama...look at those gold sparkly shoes."  She was looking at shoes in my size. "You should buy them and wear them every day."
June 15, 2013 (1)

I said "No, of course not." Hawaii was really into those shoes. She held them and stroked them, and a little bit of glitter came off on her hands. But, sorry sweetie. We were there to buy flip-flops, the kind with the strap around the back.

We headed over to the kids' shoes.
June 15, 2013 (2)

"Mama." Hawaii could barely formulate her words. She slowed down with excitement. "They have matching gold shoes. In my size."

Sure, what the hell, I was already thinking. After she was a flower girl, she wore her flower girl shoes to school until they were demolished. I'm sure she'd wear these to smithereens.

"Mama. If you get the gold pair in your size and I get the gold pair in my size, we'll have matching gold shoes."  Matching gold shoes.

To be honest, I was sold before she finished her sentence. Of course I want to wear matching gold shoes with you, Hawaii.  I made her cajole me into it, however.  A customer next to us said, "Do it. She won't want to match with you in fifteen years."

(I remember that my mom and I had matching pink t-shirts with a big, sleeping gray and white cat on them. I don't remember how we acquired them.  Wearing them made me feel like we were on a team together, like tangible proof that we were bonded.)

Very seriously, I said, "Ok, Hawaii, we'll get the matching gold shoes, but there are a few conditions." She opened her eyes wide because four year olds play along perfectly like that.

I continued, "We have to wear them back out to the car, to show Daddy, and we have to wear them to The Railyard tonight, for dinner."

She said, "We have to do a cheer." She took my hands and stacked them alternating with her hands. "We're going to say Matching Gold Shoes At The Railyard! and that's our cheer, ok?"  We practiced inside of Payless, and then paid, and put them on.

(When Jammies saw our cheer, in the parking lot, his eyes genuinely welled up with tears. "That is just so adorable," he said. But he is a softie.)
June 15, 2013 (3)

Matching gold shoes at The Railyard! At The Railyard, Hawaii actually kept taking her shoes off so she could kiss them and hug them, and then put them back on. She wasn't hamming it up for an audience - she genuinely would look down at her shoes and be moved to hug them.

Later this week, we did variations on the cheer for Hawaii's teacher, and at breakfast tacos. I would have paid far, far more than $30 for matching gold shoes at The Railyard. Excuse me, there's something in my eye.


There was an eyelash in the corner of Ace's eye. It was driving me crazy. This was maybe two weeks after she was born.

After a few days, I went to fish it out. Pinkeye be damned. (I washed my hands.) It turned out that the eyelash was the first centimeter of a really long, soggy cat hair, which had been floating around in her eye juices. Gross baby!


Hokey Pokey and Hawaiian Punch were holding hands, walking to the top of the river, to go tubing. (I stayed home with Ace.) A train came along. Each clapped their external hand over their external ear, to block against the train horn. They each cocked their head against their internal shoulder, to cover the internal ear, rather than drop hands. So they walked along, holding hands, ears partially blocked.

If you guys grow up to hate each other, I want it known that at one point, you'd rather let your ear be partially uncovered against the train horn than drop each other's hands.

(What a sappy post, but why not.)


lolliejean at 2013-06-15 16:44 (UTC) (Link)
Awww. I love love love that you and Hawaii have matching gold sparkly shoes! And that last part is pretty sweet too. What a nice thing to read this morning. (I'm a big sap.)
heebie_geebie at 2013-06-23 13:42 (UTC) (Link)
Yay, thank you! I'm glad.
rebeccastob at 2013-06-15 21:21 (UTC) (Link)
this entire post is so adorable - i am totally going to use that idea for matching shoes. Persephone would love it. She calls everything beautiful now even our Nanny's deodorant.
heebie_geebie at 2013-06-23 13:42 (UTC) (Link)
Aw, thank you! And please do get matching shoes with P. It's so fun.
(Anonymous) at 2013-06-16 22:58 (UTC) (Link)


I'm not *even* a softy, and the matching gold shoes cheer had me crying.

Then you did it again with the handholding.

Just too adorable.

(me, delagar)
heebie_geebie at 2013-06-23 13:43 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Awww!

Hooray! Thank you. It was really one of the more awesome parenting episodes I've had.
redfoxtailshrub at 2013-06-17 02:19 (UTC) (Link)
Matching gold shoes at The Railyard! I have something in my eye, too. It must be really dusty in here.
heebie_geebie at 2013-06-23 13:43 (UTC) (Link)
Yay, thank you! It was probably one of the best parenting episodes I've had.
(Anonymous) at 2013-06-18 19:28 (UTC) (Link)
I love the matching shoes! The girls love to match (sometimes) and no longer explain it as "Because we are A TEAM" and now claim to be twins instead, since that's what everyone who sees them asks, but it's the same sort of thing where sometimes I can't believe how sweet and sensitive they can be and how meaningful everything is to them and sigh, so sweet.

- Thorn
heebie_geebie at 2013-06-23 13:44 (UTC) (Link)
That is incredibly sweet. I'm very glad they have each other. I don't mean that in a loaded adoption-question sense, now that I stop and think. Just in the thoughtless-long-distance-adoration sense.
(Anonymous) at 2013-06-24 15:40 (UTC) (Link)
No, it's really cute! Every "Don't you talk my sister that way!" from Mara has me cracking up. They look out for each other and they've needed that and it's been good for them. Nia is so excited about getting to be the big sister and helping Mara figure things out when they are both at Y camp together next week. I foresee huge fights over pushiness versus independence, but that'll be good for them too.
(Anonymous) at 2013-06-19 22:21 (UTC) (Link)
I am glad that everyone else has things in their eyes too, or else I'd start thinking this post was specially aimed at hormonal post-partum me. [Sob.]

heebie_geebie at 2013-06-23 13:45 (UTC) (Link)
Aw, thanks. It is one of my favorite parenting episodes!
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