Yesterday I swallowed my pride and privacy and headed to the mall to buy maternity cloths with my daily entourage. Nyobi's new umbrella stroller worked wonderfully, and at a total of ten pounds did not make my hip ache pulling it in and out of the car. Cora loves this particular mall. What three year old wouldn't enjoy a mall that contains a carousel, a tree house slide fort, a dairy queen, a Disney store, a build a bear work shop and enough "do not touch" stuff to get bribed with each of the previous.
Speaking of little things, showing up with two children, and on a serious mission for maternity cloths does have its perks. The sales ladies hung my stuff in a dressing room for me to allow my hands freedom. Of course, it might have been in their interest. I grabbed Cora about the same number of times as I did items to try on.
Once ensconced in the curtained changing room I only had a few more issues to overcome. First, my three year old wanted to SEE the store, so she kept on trying to open the curtain while I changed. Once I managed to convince her that it was a bad idea, and she would not get to ride the carousel if she kept it up, she desisted.
Instead, in a loud voice she began to give a running commentary of my clothing options, and body. "Mommy, your BIG baby sits here." she said, poking at my belly button through the belly panel on one pair of shorts.
"That shirt is BLECK! I think Not a good deal!" she said as I looked critically in the mirror. I was still on the fence, but knew the second she said those words that I wouldn't buy it.
"I think those pants are a good deal!" she said about another pair. "Your baby belly is showing." Then as if she needed to repeat the first utterance. "Its BIG!"
A fascinating interruption occurred, as the sales lady offered me an elegant outfit of tangerine top and stark white pants. Did this women have children? White? With a three year old and a one year old?
However, this did require me to remind Cora NOT to play with the curtain.
Her important feed back on clothing finished, and curtain attempt two thwarted, she decided to see what was under the wall to our left. Squatting down she peaked under the partition, and then began to drop down onto her knees, potentially to put her whole head under the wall. There was a pause in changing while I explained to her that this was not polite. I happened to know that the woman next to me was working on her first child, and those women tend to not understand the indecencies of motherhood.
Once Cora sat on the bench and began taking off her shoes just like Mom, Nyobi decided she didn't want to hang out in the stroller and started to scream.
In the end, some brilliant and possibly foolish woman put a bag of M&M's in my purse, which satisfied the attention of both children toward the very end of the dressing session. Actually, I think that mall is my favorite, it allows me all sorts of little leverages, like the carousel, and the treehouse slides (changing room trip two) and the disney store (changing room trip three). Then there is that treat at the end, for sucessfully not killing my children out of embarressment, the Dairy Queen.