September 15, 2009

Why Some Mommys Get Tired

My son, the toddler vegetarian will currently only eat rice, broccoli and yogurt but only if the yogurt doesn't have chunks of fruit in it. Occasionally he will share some lettuce with the guinea pigs by yanking it out of their mouths and stuffing it into his own. Otherwise, on his own salad he likes Greek vinaigrette dressing. As time goes by his eating habits begin to look more and more like mine and my husband is starting to blame me for that.

As I write this he serenades me with an electronic piano that Grandma got the boys. He plays it with his feet.

Over the past week or so he has been very forthcoming with the fashion and personal care advice. He started by offering suggestions about the size of my bust. He's also has some very keen advice about the condition of my skin. He insists on having long conversations about what I'm wearing and why, in addition to make-up tips.

His current fixation is on the underwires in my bra (which he refers to as a "brav"). Every morning he says, "Dat you brav? Why you wear dat?"

"Because girls wear bras when they go out of the house."
"Why come?"
"Uh... well, because... uh, that's what they do."
"Why come?"
"It's a common practice in our Western culture that women wear bras because it's more socially appropriate although some feminists feel that it represses women."  I paused and glanced carefully over at him hoping that would be a conversation stopper.
"You take it off."
"No, definitely not."
"Why come?"
"Well, sometimes women also wear bras for the safety and welfare of their community. It's just better this way. Trust me."
I rarely wear dresses. Last Sunday I was invited to attend church by a friend and broke out the one trusty dress I feel comfortable wearing. This sent Tristan into a tailspin. He followed me around the house quizzing me.
"Wass dat?"
"It's a dress."
"Dat dress?"
"You wear dat dress?"
He then proceeds to crawl under the dress and look around and just generally hang out there like he's in a tent at the side of Walden Pond contemplating whatever it is that breast-fixated toddler vegetarians contemplate.

After an exhausting conversation about why I suddenly need to wear a dress when all his life I've only been wearing pants, we move on to the subject of makeup which I also rarely wear.
"Wass dat on you eyes?"
"It's mascara."
"Why you put dat on you eyes?"
"Because it makes Mommy's eyes look pretty. Does it make my eyes look pretty?"
"Oh. Well... I think it does. It makes my lashes looking longer and fuller. Most people think longer, fuller lashes are attractive."
"Why come?"
"Because television tells them it's better. Except even if I didn't watch TV I would think it looked better."
"You put dat on you eyewashes?"
"Dat make you eyes look pretty?"
"Yeah, that's the whole idea."
"Why come?"
"Oh Tristan. Just because. Just, well, just because. Why don't you go see Daddy for a minute?"
"Why come?"
"Because Mommy's brain is tired."
"Oh. Why come you brain is tired?"
That went on for about another half hour with me hinting at various compelling reasons why he should go somewhere else in the house and talk to someone else for a while. Finally he went off to see Julius and they promptly got into a shoving and screaming match and came running to me crying about how unfairly they both are treated by the other.

I pointed to something over their heads and yelled, "OH MY GOSH!" and when they turned I shut the bathroom door and locked it, slid down the wall and pulled my knees up to my chest and contemplated how much I need a pedicure while the two of them threw themselves at the door screaming, "MOM LET US IN, LET US IN!" Two brothers united in a common cause.

On the other side of the bathroom I spied a magazine I hadn't yet read and scooted over to it, thumbing leisurely through the pages. The door bowed ominously. The door latch rattled angrily. I could sense a 37-pound toddler hanging off of it like the monkey bars. I wondered how long it would hold and if it would come apart before their dad realized that I was trapped in the castle with raging Attila the Hun and Mini-Hun threatening to break through the stronghold.

I flipped passed an article about how I should walk more (because who needs to be reminded of that when the barbarians are at the gate?) and settled on an article about how I could have dazzling eyes like the movie stars.

Suddenly on the other side of the door I hear their father bellow at them to stop hanging on the door and wait for me to get out. They whine, but scatter to various corners of the house and I hear him walk up to the door and say, "You okay in there?"

"Just fine," I say, peering closer to see how in the world they do that eyeliner magic.

I grin and turn another page.


  1. Danged if I don't think Tristan is ready to engage, and drive totally crazy, an email scammer. He's even better at the tactic than I recently proved to be ;)

  2. My mom told me that whenever my sister and I got really annoying and screamy she would lock herself in the bathroom until we calmed down/gave up. Ha.

  3. Hilarious - go talk to daddy is an old stand by of mine too. But they never do.

  4. LOVES IT!

    You make me laugh out loud every day.


  5. Toddlers are where all the unanswered questions of the world be asked over and over again.

  6. Tyler does this to me almost every morning with the makeup. Before school started I would put the sheer color of eyeshadow on him. He loves it.

  7. Omigosh. Too funny. I especially appreciated the bit about how he steals the lettuce from the guinea pigs.

  8. Love it!

    Ah yes, the safe haven of the bathroom. I've been there. And grilled by my daughter about bras and makeup, too.

    For a while she called breasts "muscles" which made for some very confusing conversations.

    She really likes it when I "put on eyelash", a.k.a. mascara. Cute!

  9. Sigh. They learn all our beauty secrets at such a young age. Mine get so judgmental about the "spikes" that grow on my underarms cuz I don't feel like shaving every day.

  10. Jazzy has been grilling me lately, too. It's hilarious but like you said, it gets exhausting. We had a long car ride to the airport the other day and she would NOT listen to her songs, but kept asking endless unanswerable questions the entire hour ride there & back. I would have gladly put her on a plane to go see Grandma, but Grandma lives here, and they don't have flights from the airport back to our neighborhood, unfortunately.

  11. omg you are hysterical! we wear bras for THE SAFTEY AND WELFARE OF THE COMMUNITY? thats just priceless. LMAO and to think i got away with simply telling my son a bra is to keep me from being 'droopy'... ooh you have me rolling this morning!!

    be thankful for that lock on the bathroom door- we don't have a lock on ours, i have to go hide in the!

    welcome to the WHY age wendy.

  12. That was great. I'm looking forward to more women-are-repressed chats with little Tristan.

    When Mr. M was about three, we drove past the park and he wanted to stop. "No," I said. "Today's just not a good day." "Why not?" he insisted. "Because I'm not wearing a bra," I said. He was silenced.

    Years later he asked if we could go to the mall and I said, "No. It's just not a good day." "Oh," he said knowingly. "Not wearing a bra today, eh?"

  13. It's funny how the things you do every day you don't think about it. But to a child - it's just fascinating. When my kids were about 3 and 5, they used to climb into my bed while I showered. Then I'd come into my room, nude, to get dressed. I knew my 5 year old son was getting too old for this when he said while I was bending over putting on my underpants, "Mom, exactly how LONG ARE your boobs?" (I must have looked like a cow with an udder). "And what's that 'fur' on you?" Oookay! Time to stop doing this! Truthfully, I didn't think they'd notice me. They'd watch cartoons while I showered. There I go thinking again! LOL!

  14. HI there. Just come across your blog. I love how unexpected your posts are (that might be partially as I am yet to have kids). I'm loving the "Mummy's brain is tired" phrase. And also now feeling very guilty for torturing my Nana when I was little with the 'why' question!!

  15. LOL! Oh man, Wendy. I really needed that today. Thanks!


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