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Monday, May 12, 2008

Sundays and Annie

I decided to introduce El Guille to one of the classics of modern cinema: Annie! We had a brief conversation about what orphans are and got down to watching the movie. In the opening scene Annie was singing about what she hoped her parents were like "Bet they collect things/Like ashtrays, and art!" when all of a sudden something happened...

Did you know that the children in that movie were all ORPHANS?

That none of them had PARENTS? And they're all at this orphanage with no one to clean their clothes, comb their hair, put them to bed at a reasonable hour and to LOVE them? That my children have a MOM and aren't they LUCKY? I started sobbing for the poor orphan children who had no one to love them. I think I covered it up pretty well by wiping my eyes on a t-shirt I'd just folded. El Guille was too engrossed in Hard Knock Life to notice my tears for the grubby girls of Hudson Street Home (which is an ORPHANAGE.) Nice one. Realizing that the girls were all orphans (with no MOMS) almost took the spark out of Miss Hannigan's brilliance. Almost.

My one request for Mother's Day is that I get breakfast in bed. Other Half's request is to buy all the ingredients and leave the recipe on the counter. I almost reconsidered my request when the smoke filled the hallway. I guess french toast isn't foolproof.

My breakfast was delivered by Other Half, one child who kept hitting the siren button on his new fire engine, and one that cried the whole time because I CAN'T BE PUT DOWN IT'S A HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATION--I NEED TO BE NEXT TO YOU ALWAYS, EVEN WHEN YOU ARE EATING, COOKING, SLEEPING, NEED TO USE THE FACILITIES, OR BREATHING.
"I found out that french toast is better when you use more butter," Other Half says in wonder.
"More butter is always better," I say under my breath.

The rest of the day passed like any other Sunday: wrestling with the children in church to pretend we have some semblance of control. My church uses the little paper cups for the sacrament. I have fond memories of undoing the pleating on the paper cups as a child and using the expanded 3" circle to make some sort of paper craft. I undid the pleating for El Guille, to see how his imagination would take flight. He immediately put the flat paper on his head like a hat, turned around in the pew, and showed off for the little red-headed girl two rows back. He put the paper at a rakish angle, he crumpled it up, he undid the paper, put it back on his head like a yarmulke, all for the benefit of the giggling girl behind him. I didn't know whether to laugh at his attempts to impress her, roll my eyes because he's 4.5 and already a ham for girls, or become more flustered because my children are practically bouncing through the air during the service. I settled for a combination of all three.

When it was time for the children to go up front to sing for the mothers, El Guille was at the very front. He lazily leaned on the stand, making no attempt to sing the songs (which he had been singing to himself in the car all week.) Pretty soon he leaned to far and fell down with a THWACK. He recovered before the verse was over, back to dangling his arms over the side. Other Half leaned over to me and said, "You realize we have the worst behaved child up there, right?"

I just smiled.

21 comments:

Cafe Johnsonia said...

I kept thinking all day yesterday that I was being reminded of what being a mother was all about.

The highlights--

Both kids waking up periodically all night long, one ended up in our bed.

Being kicked by the child in my belly and the child "sleeping" beside me until I gave up and got up at 6 AM.

Eating the soggy cold cereal (it was mine first, actually) that my daughter promised she'd eat and didn't.

Oh, I could go on.

The best part of my day was going to church alone (Daddy stayed home with the sleeping children--wonder why they were so tired...) and then coming home to two naked kids who showered me with kisses and hugs, a messy house, and leftovers for dinner.

That was the long way of saying it was a normal day.

I love that EG fell off the stand. Priceless.

Azúcar said...

Well, technically, he fell down on the stand. One minute he was there, the next minute, we have a piper down.

I know what you mean. Other Half kept insisting that I didn't do any house work, which, you know, meant that I had to wait until after he went to bed to do the two loads of dishes and clean the kitchen. Like Compulsive's husband said to her once, "I don't want you to have to worry about it!" but then nobody else actually did anything. "But don't worry about it!"

c jane said...

As one who feels like a second mother to EG, I am also glad that he is not an orphan so that I can feed him snack food and chips.

Azúcar said...

Which he sincerely appreciates, let me tell you what. At least someone in this world will give him fruit snacks.

kristenlibrarian said...

Oh, Annie! How I loved thee. I'm pretty sure my parents were sick of listening to the cassett tape in the car (although I did catch my dad every now and then humming along). That and The Wizard of Oz were my childhood favorites. Ooooo, and The Last Unicorn. *sigh* Good times.

Amy said...

The best part about the kids singing in church is that they can't go wrong. If there's not one kid picking his nose or singing way louder than everyone else or falling down or all three at once, Mother's Day would not be considered a success.

kate5kiwis said...

see, this is getting *spooky* lol.
cos my kiddos all snuggled up with ANNIE on sunday too, and were all blown away to realise that *Rooster* is (Tim Curry) *Roger Corwin* in Charlie's Angels
a-m-a-z-i-n-g
i forgot that man could sing lol

and now i think i'll be humming Eeeeasy Streeeeeet all morning
mwah X

The Bakers said...

Ah the Mother's Day programs. I was so looking forward to ours this year and much to my dismay...there was no Mother's Day Program. No "I often go Walking, in meadows of clovers..." No "Mother I love you, mother I do..." Nothing. The bishop was handing out Mrs. Cavanaughs chocolates though, so I guess that was ok.

sue-donym said...

Adorable. I would have loved to have seen the fall.

Annie was a staple in our home growing up.

ClistyB said...

love those white pleated cups! our building uses the plastic ones which I refill with m&m's for good kids. that is probably sacrilege, huh? keeps the peace. not to mention portion control.

wendysue said...

I love that he tumbled just enough to make you smile, now, if he could just orchestrate a domino effect, that would be hilarious. Could you just imagine?

Azúcar said...

W- Other Half would die of embarrassment on the spot.

Clisty--that's brilliant! I just might snag that idea from you.

Kiwi- OK, you're right, that IS a little spooky. At least Annie is uniting us instead of tearing us apart.

Amy - it's so true! Who doesn't love the antics of the kids? I remember years ago watching one kid taking his tie off, swinging it around his head and letting the tie fly across the congregation--and it was your husband! Kidding, but it was fine nonetheless.

Kristin - I don't know if I can ever listen to Maybe again without getting choked up.

H.B. - no program? WHAT'S THE POINT then of going to church on Mother's Day? The chocolates? Nope, I want to see some little kids act out on the stand. What else is the use?

Sue- I bet the princess never did such a thing.

undefined said...

This year one of the speakers in sacrament actually outsourced his talk: he got two of the Young Men he works with to get up and share their feelings about their moms. Outsourcing talks? Why didn't I think of that?

And when I was 4 my mother paid me 50 cents to sing "Little Girls" for her best friend, because apparently I sang it all the time but I didn't want an audience.

Jennifer B. said...

Classic Mother's Day.

I love this post!

sue-donym said...

No, but she did go to Sunbeams without any panties one time. I know cuz her teacher told me.

P.S. She liked to sit with her legs open I guess.

Brooke said...

i guess i was a weird child, but my favorite part of annie was that she lived in an orphanage. when i was little i used to play i was annie and escape from the orphanage, which included scaling the back fence and running across the field to a different neighborhood.

(yes, that's pretty weird. maybe my childhood was too loving. or like an orphanage.)

fijiangirl said...

This is a great post. I would have loved to see the fall or almost fall.

I missed out on the traditional mother's day song due to the stomach flu that my baby and I both had. At least I got to lay in bed all day and really not worry about anything because my husband did.

He tried to clean up and I have to say I was pretty impressed, not exactly to my standards but I didn't have to wash a single dish!

Jill said...

I also think the domino effect would have been fun. Maybe you could get EG to do that for Father's day?

My kids decided to walk to church early and save us a place, but when we got there, (a few minutes late) we couldn't find them, so we sat towards the back.
Apparently, they sat on the front row. This made it possible for them to fight all the way through the meeting without me stopping them, and since we were sitting on the back row, I didn't know they were fighting, and got to enjoy the meeting.
Happy Mother's day to me!

reva said...

What is it about motherhood that makes me cry about EVERYTHING?? Annie, that's understandable, but I get offended at myself when I'll cry during an episode of Gilmore Girls. Seriously!

Oh, and those well-behaved kids would bore the pants offa you.

Rynell said...

I wish I could have seen EG topple on the stand. What a hoot!

gurrbonzo said...

I love that your kid is the toppler! Last year, husband was sitting in the aisle seat of the pew and a kid walking back from singing tripped on his foot. A year later, I'm still laughing about the fall-down thwack. Nothing better than kids falling in church.