My Friend BethMay 24, 2007
I have a friend named Beth who is an absolute staple in my life. Her daughter, Sophia is only 4 days younger than James, and we see each other almost every single day. I drove Beth and Sophia to the airport this morning. It's the least I could do for a friend who is always going out of her way for me.
For example, a few weeks ago when I was out of town, I asked Beth to go into my apartment, sift through my personal financial documents, find my checkbook, forge my signature, and pay a bill for me. She was happy to help. [sidenote: She never even thought about stealing my identity. Trust me, any theif who assumes my identity for financial purposes is an idiot. They couldn't get approved for a loan on a used ten-speed huffy by using my name right now, and Beth knows it]
Beth helps me, I help her--it's what friends do.
So I showed up at her house around 8:45 this morning. The car was covered in bird poop, my hubcap fell off, and James was wearing nothing but a diaper and crocs. It was a great visual representation of my life at the moment--art on wheels if you will.
We started driving and both of our kids started to scream at the top of their little lungs just as Beth attempted to talk to an ebay seller on the cell phone. They stopped the exact second that she hung up.
Beth screamed as she tried to get a mosquito off of my giant baby's naked body. And she kept screaming as she smacked and flattened it against the passenger window. Repeatedly.
Our kids resumed screaming when Beth ran into CVS. They finally stopped when I found an entertaining radio station.
Unfortunately, all of the lead singers on the Indian Radio Network (the kids' station of choice) seemed to scream their song lyrics as they played their crazy-ass instruments. Whoa.
And of course, James screamed and screamed and screamed for his beloved "Phia" (short for Sophia) as we drove away from the airport. Thank goodness for the Indian Radio Network.
And that is the foundation of our friendship--screaming and chaos. Afterall, we are the mothers of toddlers.
I really think that every woman should have a friend like Beth in their life...and every kid should have a buddy like Sophia. Because let's face it, it's really, really funny to see two year olds wrestle each other over a lint covered raisin....every single day.
5 comments:
Hi! I just saw your blog link off of the Runners World Women's forum and thought I'd say hi :) I'm new to the runnersworld forums (my name is AshSmiles -- real name Ashley) and find your blog so amusing.
What is so cute about the two adorable kids is the opportunity for them to grow up together, I always wanted something like that. Reminds me of Topanga and Cory from Boy Meets World :)
Hope the rest of your day is enjoyable!
Ame,
It is Amy, Beth's little sis. So my first question is this . . . do I get any claim to fame since I am related to her and she made it on your blog?? Also, I think that is super sweet what you wrote about her, did she tell you about the brawls Sophia and Drewby got in while we were there? Too funny. Isn't life with a 2 year old just grand? And just think, this is the 2nd time I have been through this. I can feel the sympathy pouring out of you. Ok, off to bed to read my sinful fiction novel. Love, love, love your blog . . . not nearly as cool as mine for the kids.
Amy!!!!!
Thanks for the comment. I love your blog, too! You actually put pictures of your children on yours! I should try that too....
I heard all about the Sophia-Drew fights. We should put James in the mix and watch them all go at it. That would be crazy!!!!
I hope I get to see you next time you're in Texas!
When I visit you, I always love to see Sophia and James in their strollers on their walks together. Last year at age 1...smiling at each other,then mid-summer...copying each other, rocking back and forth etc, and this April at age 2. They look for each other and I love how they will fight over a linty raisin. I've heard those battles over the phone! They'll be long friends just like you and Beth will. Knowing you have such a great friend like Beth makes having you 1700 miles away easier to handle! xo mom
Oh man! I am tired (meaning utterly exhausted) from our fun-filled trip to El Paso and all, but you really know how make a toddler-hardened mom feel special. A whole blog entry dedicated just to me?!? You already made me the most fabulous sandwiches in the world for my birthday (which might go down in history as one of the best gifts ever) so the blog entry is just really over the top. What I mean to say, of course, is thanks. You're awesome and I can't wait to give you the heart-shaped candy dish I got you for graduation.
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