Wednesday, April 14, 2010
My own little Naomi Campbell...
Everyday I wake up and I cannot believe that I have three young kids, am a terrible excuse for a soccer mom and live in the suburbs of Washington, DC. When I was 21 I thought by time I was in my 40s -I would be living in a loft in New York's Lower East Side, frequenting poetry readings and writing Pulitzer Prize quality books. Truth be told, I thought this image would have manifested itself by time I was 30. 40 seemed like an impossible age to think about.
At 42 I live in a too small, messy apartment where my days are spent flabbergasted at how tired I am and trying to create order out of my chaos. My kids are high, high energy, very loud and very talkative. I swear Jon-Jon and Noelle both came out of the womb speaking in full sentences. Q talks less, but when he starts, it is nothing short of painful. My fascination with my kids rotates. This week I am on a Noelle kick. She simultaneously fascinates and cracks me up.
Noelle is all girl. Her favorite colors are pink and purple and she relays this information to me on a daily basis. After I do her hair - she runs to look in the mirror and offers me a critique. Noelle has carried a purse religiously since she was one. At the ripe old age of three she is afflicted with the dreaded female disease...shoe addiction! Especially ones that are bedazzaled and sparkly.