Miss America Judge

Tonight I sat down with the Princesses to watch one of the greatest contests of all time - The Miss America Pageant.  Thank goodness for DVR, we were able to fast forward through the silly stuff and get down to the nitty gritty.  I had promised the Princesses a glorious hour or so of beautiful, sparkly gowns and tiaras.  Instead what we got were 52 women strutting their stuff on stage in tank tops and blue jeans. ???

By the time the top 16 were announced, Princess #1 in particular was getting antsy.  Where were the sparkly gowns?  Just then the swimsuit competition began.  I promised Princess #1 that things were about to get more interesting.  One by one the top 16 entered the stage wearing very boring, black bikinis.  Princess #1 stared at me rather accusingly, as if it were my personal fault that there was no sparkle to be found.

Just then, Miss Mississippi filled up our TV screen.  Wearing, yes, a black bikini.  BUT, to the delight of Princess #1, it was adorned with a shocking pink sparkly trim.  And just then Princess #1 leapt to her feet and exclaimed, "Now THAT'S more like it!  That's what I'm talking about!"  Miss Mississippi didn't make it past the swimsuit round, and the title went to the lovely Miss Michigan.  But to Princess #1, Miss Mississippi will always be a winner.

I'm telling you, they don't call our planet PINK for nothing.  ;)

Party On

I've recently been to hell and back.  And on Planet Pink, hell goes by the name of Chuck E. Cheese.  At 6pm.  On a Friday.

Seriously, WHY would anyone schedule a birthday party at 6pm on a Friday night at Chuck E. Cheese?  Your Majesty got the lucky job of chaperoning all 3 Princesses at this joyous occasion as my loving husband had to work (lucky dog).  Let me just paint this picture for you:

SIX birthday parties crammed into one tiny section of the restaurant, in front of the stage containing the sub-par automated animals somewhat resembling rodents that Princess #2 is terrified of.  An at capacity entertainment area full of games that are out of tickets and scores of unattended children running around in their stocking feet begging for more tokens off of any adult who happens to look at them.  A salad bar that has been ransacked - bits and pieces of lettuce and tomato are strewn all over the floor, which is already sticky from soda being spilled and not cleaned up.  A bathroom that... well, I'm just not even going to go there.  Use your imagination.  Now add in Your Majesty, desperately trying to keep tabs on all 3 Princesses since I don't even come close to trusting the teenager at the door to actually CHECK the invisible number that they stamp on your hand and your children's hands as you walk in and am pretty convinced it would be darn easy for some stranger to waltz off with my children.  I've got Princess #3 balanced on my hip (WHEN did she get so heavy?), Princess #1 and #2 running around from game to game, winning one ticket at a time and me running after them, silently cursing myself for not bringing along a bottle of hand sanitizer.  

After 30 minutes of game torture, the party gets underway, and Princess #1 (the actual INVITED) joins the group of kids squeezed around a party table, while Princess #2 throws a fit about wanting to sit at the table too.  Your Majesty sheepishly asks the mom of the Birthday Girl if they can spare a piece of pizza for Princess #2, which occupies her for 2 seconds and allows me to find an empty seat at the end of the table.  Within 5 minutes Princess #2 is begging for a drink.  Feeling bad about bringing her to the party but not being able to participate since she wasn't really invited, I cave and haul myself and the 2 littles out of the party area and toward the counter to order one kids drink.

Now, this should be simple, right.  Stand in line, order the drink, restore order to Princess #2's life.  Ha.  We join the line at the counter which is about 10 deep.  That should have been my first clue.  We stand behind a rather interesting family, specifically the dad who is sporting a wicked awesome mullet.  While I'm busy admiring his 'do, I fail to realize that the line is not moving.  Meanwhile Princess #3 is growing heavier on my hip (seriously, WHEN did she get so big?).  My arm is about to fall off when Mullet Man turns around and declares to me that there's only one register open.  Now I'm not in food service.  I have no clue what it takes to run a restaurant.  But really?  On a Friday night?  At an obviously VERY popular restaurant (God knows why)?  When there are FOUR registers on the counter?  And they're only working 1.  

We FINALLY begin to move a bit.  We're 3 people away from the counter (including Mullet Man) when Princess #2 starts tugging on my pants.  Yep, you guessed it.  Sometimes having a potty trained 3 year old sucks.  At this point I'm thinking I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.  No way in the world I'm leaving my place in line, which has consistently grown longer behind me and a line has in fact begun OUTSIDE the door to the restaurant, of people just waiting to get into this torture chamber.  I express my frustration outloud and thankfully the woman behind me hears and offers to hold our place in line while we make a potty break.  I grab Princess #2, hike Princess #3 higher on my hip and make the brave trek to the bathrooms.  Let's just say that was the fastest potty break ever.  And I'm cured of EVER using a public restroom again.  EVER.

We rejoin the line and about 10 minutes later reach the counter.  A somewhat frazzled looking teenage girl apologizes for the wait and informs me that it will be a hour until pizza can be ready.  Thank God we were only in line for a kid's drink!  I place my order and she very graciously hands me a kid's cup and says no charge.  The one bright spot in the whole night.  We return to the party area where thankfully the present opening is nearly done.  I snag a leftover piece of cake for Princess #2 and polish it off myself when she only eats the icing.  As soon as the last gift is opened, I collect Princess #1 and we make way for the prize counter.  Ah yes, the magical wonderland of cheap plastic toys and Stuff That Will Be Thrown Away.  We count our collection of tickets - 57.  Just enough to buy one plastic pony tail holder and Tootsie Roll for each girl.  Lovely.  Even now, 3 days later I'm not sure where those stupid pony tail holders are...

Finally, FINALLY.  The party is over.  We leave the cacophony for the peace of our minivan.  I have never been more relieved to be driving on the highway, headed for home.

Now honestly, no offense if this is your idea of a great birthday party and are currently planning one yourself.  By all means, party away at Chuck E. Cheese.  But you might consider a different day or time.  Perhaps at 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon?  You know, when the employees have more time to attend to things like cleaning bathrooms and keeping up with the salad bar.  Just sayin'.

The Wait

Today, I'm feeling reflective and I find myself back at my old roadblock:  Is it possible to enjoy the present while looking to the future and remembering the past?  I tend to be a futuristic sort of gal, always planning and dreaming and hoping.  I also tend to be a "rose-colored glasses" person too, remembering events and times in my past with such fondness and nostalgia.  But where does that leave me in the present?  Often wishing I was in the future or the past.  And how silly is that?  Time is so fleeting.  My 3 princesses are growing up before my eyes.  Princess #1 will start Kindergarten this coming August, something I am not sure I'll ever be ready for.  Princess #2 is making strides towards a diaper-free existence and Princess #3 is growing at an astronomical rate, learning new things every single day.  How can I allow myself to miss out on all this, being too worried about what our next steps should be tomorrow or wondering why we didn't do things a little differently yesterday?  I guess I'm just struggling with The Wait again and how that fits into Life.  Not even sure what I'm waiting for.

I am a Christian. I know what I live for.  I know Where I'm heading when this life is over.  But how do I live THIS life to the fullest?  Still pondering that one...

Everyone In The Whole Wide World

This morning Princess #1 and Princess #2 both climbed up in my lap while their daddy was vacuuming the floor.  They both have an unnatural fear of the vacuum, so this event was not unusual.  Spurred on by the irrational fear that the vacuum might suddenly suck them both up, they began declaring their undying love to me.  A chorus of "I love you mommy" fell on my welcoming ears.  Princess #1 then began extend her list to the rest of our family:  "and I love daddy and sissy and sissy and Max (the planet's pug)... "

And then she ended with this: "...and I love everyone in the whole wide world.  Even though I haven't met them yet, I still love them."

Ah sweetheart, if only more people in this world felt the same way.

New Year's neglect and other stuff

So, the prodigal blogger returns.  Christmas/New Year's is always a hectic time of year for everyone and is especially so on Planet Pink.  Our new year has already been wrought with illness (stomach virus for Your Majesty, strep throat for Princess #2).  It seems to me that it should be impossible for Your Majesty to be inconvenienced with such things as bowing to the porcelain throne while still having to maintain other functions such as nursing Princess #3 every waking moment, shuttling Princess #1 to ballet and school and cleaning up after Princess #2 who has yet to find it within herself to deposit #2 into said porcelain throne.  Fortunately for ALL of us, this inconvenience was short-lived, and Your Majesty is back to normal.

It always seems so daunting to me, to begin a New Year.  So much promise, so much hope, all wrapped up in 12 calendar pages.  It's almost too much pressure.  I typically don't really make New Year's resolutions, because I'm sure to break them.  In fact, I made them last year and yes I forgot all about them by about Jan. 15th.  This year, I'm approaching it differently.  Not with a resolution per se, but maybe with just a determination to not end 2008 year in the same place as 2007.  And I don't necessarily mean same place geographically (although that would be fine with me), but I mean personally, physically, emotionally and perhaps most important: spiritually.  It's still a tall order, but being less bound by specifics makes it feel more achievable in some ways.  I *hope* I won't forget about this by Jan. 15th.  Sometimes getting wrapped up in running The Planet makes details like this fall by the wayside.  But I know in my heart that it must be done.  In some ways, the Planet Pink depends on it.