"Dude Looks Like a..."

There have been these comments lately... on blogs, whispered behind hands, just floating around in the air, if you know what I mean. I don't know exactly who they're stemming from, but I have a few guesses as to how they could possibly originate. However, I do not claim (nor does Jenna) to be responsible for the lack of "male influence" in the lives of our young kidlets, nor the adverse effects that this could possibly render on their psyches (as if there are that many "adverse" effects... sheesh... we are just trying to cultivate "a sensitive side") because of living with all women for the early stages of their life. And if we are indeed guilty of laughing our heads off, rolling around on the floor in fits of giggles, and (unconsciously perhaps) prolonging these moments by taking five million photos, well...

Sometimes these things just happen.

Last Sunday morning Jenna and I decided that some of our boys shouldn't go to church because of the chicken pox (more photos of the kids with pox to come in the future). We didn't think the parents of the children in church would appreciate the exposure to our "poxy" kids...

Moises had the chicken pox pretty bad, and was in a lot of pain. I had kicked off my heels and was holding him on my lap in the living room, when suddenly he squirmed to get down, picked up my heels, and ran behind the couch. Thinking nothing of it (the boys always play catch-me-if-you-can with our stuff), I headed over to change Edi... diaper #1,309,578 for those who are counting (not me, of course).

I turned around, and there was Momo, putting on my heels by the couch, grinning like a little monkey! And seemingly out of pain... lol
Even though he put the heels on the wrong feet, I was impressed by his balance. He clomped around the living room, showing everyone who passed his new shoes, and never fell down once... I have to admit that even I have stumbled (okay... biffed it big time) at least twice in those heels. Very impressive, indeed... ;)

Something about Moises' "catwalk clomping" made Edi really, really excited about shoes, too. He joined in by moving every single shoe from the shoe holder (sidenote: I suddenly realized I have no idea what to call that storage thing in English) to the table, and giving a gasping, wide-mouthed, shocked stare every time a shoe made it to join its fellow friends on the wooden surface. Oh my... I love the excitement kids get out of doing something like moving ten pairs of shoes... lol

I went into the bedroom to check on Gabriel, and when I came back Moises was gone. Hearing distant clomping coming from outside, I rushed out (intent on saving the people who were coming to church from the sight of this high-heeled, diapered, poxed kid) to discover that Momo had made it all the way to the gate - still without falling - and was proudly showing some kids on the swing his new shoes. I called him back, and - sashaying a bit - he came... a toothy grin lighting his face the whole way... ;)

After returning to the house, Moises finally surrendered the heels... and they were promptly snatched up by Gabs, who put them on and started prancing around the living room, exclaiming "I'm a woman! I'm a woman!"

Holy cow.

Male influence? I guess that might be important at some point... ;)