Home My sister and I bought a mannequin from a store going out of business. We thought my dad would really appreciate it. So, for his birthday we gave it to him in parts, an arm, a hand, a whole leg, and finally the body, under a sheet because it was too big to wrap. We put an old wig on her, something my sister and I used to play dress up with, so her hair looked plastic-y and disheveled. My sister painted her fingernails the only color we had, a free giveaway at Estee Lauders, Burnt Tangerine.
I tried everything from attempting to sell her to the mailman to trying to make the garbage man take her to trying to get the dog to eat her. My favorite story however is the day I rocked her like a baby doll. My mother, Kristen, and I had just got home from doing errands. In the living room my mother had a playpen set up for Kristen. As soon as we walked through the door my mom set the car seat that contained the sleeping baby into the playpen and ran to the bathroom.
How about the beginning of kindergarten? My first day of school was probably the most horrifying day of my entire life. After my mom and grandma took hundreds of pictures I walked up to the bus stop where my friend Taylor Scott would be waiting. Taylor was on her way to first grade with her long brown curly hair in a high pony. We’ve been friends ever since birth.
All I remember from my tenth birthday is how psyched I was about having received the very Barbie doll I’d wanted from my beautiful big sister Maggie. She’d just gone off to college, and anything we shared was automatically the most precious thing I owned. That Barbie doll with golden hair and tinsel adorned clothing became my obsession. For days I came home after school and locked myself in my room until Mother forced me to come and eat dinner with the family. Father always tried to occupy me with questions about my school day.
For a while, I thought the rule that a child had to be six before entering the first grade would rescue me. School rules back then, li... ... middle of paper ... ... At lunchtime, I offered to share my cookies with a very angry girl. She had been staring at them ever since I had taken them out of their wax paper wrapping. They were only vanilla wafers, and certainly were not my favorite. She told me that she had never tasted store bought cookies, and pronounced them fit for a king.
It was the spring of 2007, I was so happy to see the flowers in the front yard were ready to bloom after a long winter we had. This upcoming week, my family was taken on a roller coaster ride of emotions that they were not expecting, so quickly. I remember it was morning of my Conformation (one of the seven sacraments in the Catholic religion.) And everyone was running around the house to make sure the house was clean before the family had arrived for the party after the mass. While inside, my hair was being curler to my mom making sure my white and blue polka dotted dress was wrinkle free, it was a nut house.
Instead of telling me to wait for Christmas, she just smiled and said, "We'll see" That following weekend my mom piled me into the car and we drove an hour to the nearest toy store. She did not tell me why we were going but I had a feeling I knew. When we got to the store my mom took me to the big display of Cabbage Patch Kids. She told me to pick out the one I liked the most. I looked over each doll carefully.
She grew up in a fun, always exciting, house where her older sisters always brought new surprises. The Lewrys were very happy in Michigan, but soon after Emma turned four her mom grew tired of the rainy, cloudy weather, and they started looking for a new place to live. They had California in mind, because they visited Disneyland so often, and they decided to look there. Emma’s parents bought a house, and the family moved out there as fast as they could. When Emma got there she started at CDC preschool and met a group of new friends.
In middle school my best friend was a girl named Mikala and we were basically inseparable, we would trade off spending weeks at each others houses, giving each other horrible makeovers, and mostly just laughing about everything.You see now that I’m 18 and with only 2 months left in my senior year I have come to realize that those girls were my friends but my best friend was right at home and I call her mom. October 30th, 1997 was the day that our crazy mother daughter adventure started. She may say the craziness started around the 28th about the time she went into labor, keep in mind I was born on the 30th so that means labor for 2 whole days. YIKES! Sorry mom.
How to Babysit Four Kids My mom, who skillfully manages four children, works Tuesday evenings - she calls it time out. As I walked in the house on a recent Tuesday evening, I hear Meghan screaming. Tim is mercilessly teasing her by hiding her teddy bear. Pat is hollering from the basement at Tim; and the phone is ringing. The ringing stops, which means Maura got it.