Here are some thoughts that I would have posted this week, but chose not to because I was thrift shopping, coffee-drinking, house-decorating, and video-planning and photo-taking with Brooke. I've titled this short list of observations "140+," as these thoughts are too long for a tweet, but not cohesive enough for an essay. You are entering the world of Kate's stream-of-consciousness. Careful, it's weird in here.
1. When I was in high school my step-dad got a PT Cruiser. I was so embarrassed by that ridiculous, retro-looking car that I used to sink down in the back seat so that no one could see me riding in it. I told my parents that it looked like they should be prowling the south side of Chicago in the 40s with tommy guns pointed out of the windows. The frequency and intensity of my griping was grossly disproportional to the stress the PT Cruiser actually caused me; a severe overreaction in typical teenage girl-fashion. Scratch that - in typical Kate-fashion.
Well last week in Indiana I had to get some work done so I took my mom's car to Starbucks. I took the PT Cruiser to Starbucks. I shook my head in disbelief the whole way there, only because I've matured just enough to respond with head-shaking instead of walking in protest. If someone had told me twelve years ago that I would be DRIVING that thing (worse still, a 12-year-old version of that thing) I would have scoffed them right out of the room.
2. I've found that the active listening skills I use in conversations with my husband and teenagers DO NOT work with my son. Example: Sam is crying - escalating. I say, "Sam, what I hear you saying is that you are displeased. You are communicating that you do not want to eat this sweet potato. Am I understanding you correctly?"
Sam smacks the sweet potato out of my hands, screams, kicks me.
3. Madeline was in a very confessional mood last night. All the outside air and twirly dancing must have gotten to her head because, suddenly, she started spouting out one right after the other: "One time, Grandmommy ran a red light!" "Ms. Myra ALWAYS lets me have Coke during Sunday School!" "One time you drove the whole way to piano and I wasn't buckled at all!"
I hope this never happens out of my presence; God only knows what she'll say. It could be as bad as that time she toddled into the nursery and sang the chorus of a Pitbull song when she was 18-months-old.
4. As I was dusting, I found this picture of Dan and I on our wedding day. Then I noticed it was perched on top of three books: The Taming of the Shrew, Julius Caesar, and Your First Two Years In Youth Ministry. This must be an omen of some sort, but I can't figure it out. Or maybe I can and I'm just offended.
That's all for this round of 140+. Until next time, get out of my brain.
Much love, Kate