Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Tonight at the Improv...
A few years ago I saw a movie called One Fine Day with Michelle Pfeiffer and George Clooney. It was a cute little romantic comedy, but I remember in particular one scene where Pfeiffer's and Clooney's characters needed to drop their kids unexpectedly at a day care center (apparently you can do that in New York). When they arrived they discovered it was "Super Hero Day," and all of the other kids were wearing costumes. In a moment of sheer genius, Pfeiffer rumages through her Mommy Bag and duct-tapes together two super cute super hero outfits using foil and other odds and ends.
When I first saw that movie the costume scene didn't strike me as being too important. Now that I'm a Mommy, however, I want to rewatch the scene over and over and take notes. I never realized that Mommy-hood involved so many MacGyver moments.
My most recent Mommy MacGyver moment happened at the blueberry farm last week. The little guy and I were going to meet Teresa and her kiddos to do some end-of-the-season blueberry picking, and as it had been raining that afternoon I had to make a decision about shoes. I decided that I didn't want to contend with soggy tennis shoes, so Crocs for him and flops for me sounded like a good idea.
Apparently I forgot that we live in Florida. Blueberries grow in sand down here, and where there's sand, there are...fire ants. We had only picked from a few bushes before he started to whimper. I knew to move quickly so the little pests couldn't bite me, but my son is too little to understand that. He just stood there and let them nibble his feet.
Teresa and I tried to come up with a solution, but with no other shoes in the car and no socks anywhere we were at a loss. We both had diapers but we couldn't figure out how that would be helpful. Then, in a light bulb moment, we remembered the extra plastic grocery bags I had stashed in case we needed more for our berries. I marched the anguished toddler back to the car, pushed his feet into the bags, tied them like leg warmers, then put his Crocs back on over them. We had a good laugh about his plastic socks, and I was grateful that his friends are sweet and too young to start heckling him. But, you know what? It worked. The ants left him alone, and the bags were so secure they were even able to withstand the mud bath our boys had when they were "all done" with the berry picking.
Have you ever had to channel your inner MacGyver? Do tell!