Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Standing on the Edge of a Cliff, No Rails...

...or at least you would have THOUGHT that was the experience my daughter was experiencing today. Nope, just first time in flip flops...Let me back up and explain.

Our story starts a couple of weeks ago when the warm weather started and Elena watched her beloved Gwammy dust off her flip flops, paint her nails and flip flop off down the daffodilled sidewalk. She immediately wanted flip flops. We weren't sure that they would work on a not-quite-yet-four-year-old, but when I found some cute flippies for under $9 at the Gap today, I decided to let her try them.

I brought them home. She tried them on and insisted they were comfortable and that they worked fine. Well, worked would be a bit of a stretch. Worked if you are Lurch from The Munsters. Worked if you don't need to walk anywhere with any speed whatsoever. Worked if you never needed to go up or down stairs. I kept trying to give her flip flop lessons. It was sort of pathetic.

At 4 PM, we had to get out of the 80-degree heat (yes, I know it's April in the Northeast...there might be something to this global warming thing, eh?). Anyhoo, I took the kids to the mall to try and find myself a simple black cardigan. Black cardigans don't exist this year, apparently. So, we had to check about a dozen stores. Can I just tell you how fun it was to hunt for an elusive item with a twenty-five pound boy on my back and limping, simping, wimping three-year-old at my side? Crying, sobbing child, nosy passer-bys, shoppers asking if we were alright, to which I had to sheepishly reply, "Oh yes, first time in flip flops." I tried to sound cheerful, but it was about as much fun as a dental appointment.

But, the odd thing about three-year-olds is that they are weird, unpredictable (in some ways) and volatile. Elena was running the gamut of these characteristics, er running would be the wrong word, how about displaying? She was a scaredy-cat, for lack of a better way of describing it. She was pointing at the railings (we were on the upper floor) and sobbing uncontrollably. She was freaked about the prospect of the escaltor or elevator, not even pushing the buttons on the elevator held any allure. It was sad and pathetic. I was starting to get that freaked out feeling a mom gets when she is worried her kid is coming down with some dread virus.

Apparently the flip flops had stolen her sure-footedness and with it her mojo. With her balance lacking she was simply rendered agoraphobic...petrified of everything in the mall. Once I realized what the problem was, I managed to get her to inch halfway down the regular stairs, I finally picked her up and carried to the terminus of those stairs, a Payless Shoe Store. Done. Elena is now the proud owner of some hideous Dora Croc-knock-offs that I never would have bought were we not under such duress. Oh well.

She was quite pleased with them and reassured me many, many times that she was no longer scared and that her new shoes made her "speedy." She was now thrilled to go up and down every escaltor we came near. See, aren't almost-four-year-olds weird?

5 comments:

Lisa said...

Not a fan of the faux crocs myself, but Hannah got a pair from my sister that she loves! And she can put them on and take them off quite speedily, so that works for me.

Now, confession time. I bought some real Crocs for myself. Yes, I did. I got the plain off white ones to wear around the house and they really are quite comfy! So much so that I've taken to wearing them in PUBLIC!! I hear they're falling out of fashion now...so at least I don't look like like I'm trying to look trendy! I can continue to look like a walking billboard for fashions of days gone by! Don't even try to tell me that harem pants are outdated!

Chris said...

Hey, just found you through a link from one of my readers who read you first. Thanks for having me on your blogroll!

Little Man hasn't tried flip-flops (or THONGS, as we used to call them back in the dark ages) yet, but he's the same age. I can't wait to see how he fares.

Krista said...

Maura loves Crocs and owns a pair of pink knock offs and a pair of purple authentic ones. She loves her flip flops too, I got her 3 pairs last week at Old Navy, they have a sling back to them, which helps an allot!

Elisa said...

I haven't bought the girls any Crocs. I looked at them but went eh, plastic shoes. They do look kind of cute on little kids though.

My kids don't wear flip flops but my cousin's son is 9 months older than Emma and has been wearing them for YEARS now. He also roller blades. LOL

Amelia's moms said...

Poor little slave to fashion girl :) I will take this as a reminder to wait another year before purchasing flip flops for the offspring. We have not 1, not 2, but 3 pairs of Crocs as of two weeks ago. My mother apparently went beserk on a website, as evidenced by the large box that arrived. I happened to mention that the feet were now size 10, and sure enough three new pairs of shoes arrived within a week.