Yes, it's been a terribly long delay in blog-land, but I barely manage to shower, fully dress myself and check e-mail on some days, so blogging (along with things like reading, checking up on Facebook, putting on make up or blow-drying my hair) have lately taken a back seat.
And yet, things are going really well. With all of the
changes that have come around over the last five months, I'd say that
although we're far from being experts, Elizabeth and I are starting to
get the hang of this parenting gig. We're trusting our instincts a
little more, and worrying a little less. We're enjoying the fun and the
funny and the sweet moments, and learning to breathe deeply and
occasionally even find the humor in the not-so-sweet moments.
Cupcake just celebrated her second birthday this past week. She's
officially in the terrible twos, although we're pretty confident that
she's a gifted child and actually began that stage when she was still
one. As our friend Liz put it, there's nothing terrible about The
Cupcake at all, she's all heart and passion. It's just unfortunate that
our agendas don't always match. However, I will say that as stubborn and
headstrong as she can be, The Cupcake is also a sweetly affectionate
child with a bright and cheerful personality.
The Cupcake 2.0 is
almost five months old. I really can't believe that. When I look at
photos of her when we first got her, it's like two different babies. She
still has the mop of dark hair, but now she's holding up her own head,
smiling and giggling, and kicking her feet like crazy. I'm enjoying the
last few months of having only one mobile child, and that might be
stretching it, seeing as how Cupcake 2.0 can already manage to scoot
herself around on her back while on her play mat.
So other than
general exhaustion, which has become kind of the run-of-the-mill
everyday around here, there are a few things I've noticed that we've
started doing now that we've become parents. These things randomly
1. We bought a minivan. I've never been one of those
people who swore they'd never ever get a van, because, quite frankly,
I'm really not that cool and don't care too much about cars. But there
was something a little eyeroll-inducing about the two of us going out
and getting a giant entertainment system on wheels. Our sister-in-law,
Felicia, has threatened to move in to the backseat, since it has just
about everything she needs in life. All that being said, the minivan is
2. We now choose restaurants based on the speed of
the food appearing on the table and the noise level within. If it's
fast and loud, we're in. This is pretty much the inverse of how we chose
restaurants in our previous life. Dining in restaurants, from the time
the children leave the carseats until they are buckled in again, takes
roughly 30 minutes. I faintly remember a time when we'd linger over a
second glass of wine, or maybe share a dessert with some coffee. The
thought of doing this now makes me want to laugh hysterically. Or freeze
3. Which leads me to my next observation which is that
both Elizabeth and I have lost weight. This, I'll admit, is a nice side
benefit. Although something good has to come from the fact that
mealtimes last for about five minutes, our activity level has shot up
exponentially, and that a small person with supersonic hearing lives in
our house who has the ability to hear a potato chip bag being opened
from three doors down.
4. We say the weirdest things now. I never
thought that "bottom in the seat!" would become my new catchphrase.
Other gems include "use your words," "what do you say??" "say thank you,
say THANK YOU!" or "finger out of your nose!" Sentence structure has
become very simple around here. And most sentences are of the imperative
5. I put ice in my coffee now in the mornings. I do
this because it then enables me to drink my coffee immediately and
quickly. I noticed that I was doing this and it dawned on my that my dad
does this, too. Nothing relevant, just an interesting observation.
My conversational skills are kind of falling apart. I'm a horrible
listener since I'm usually on the lookout for a wayward two-year-old who
is using the opportunity of her mommy's involvement with another adult
to try and navigate the basement steps, climb up on the bed and use it
as a trampoline, open the refrigerator and empty its contents, or find
the nearest writing utensil (preferably one with permanent ink) and
begin drawing on the walls or furniture. Also, I can remember nothing.
Chances are, if I start to tell you something, I'll forget halfway
through, anyway. My sister swears that this is called mommy brain,
because she has it, too. We've both gotten into the habit of randomly
shouting out things that pop into our brain the moment the thought
occurs, because the thought will be lost in the next ten seconds. Which
means that anymore, our conversations go something like this:
Me: "so I was thinking we could get together the weekend of the 8th --"
Sarah: "BABY FOOD COOKBOOK!"
Sarah: I'll forget again if I don't tell you. I want to borrow your baby food cookbook.
Me: "Oh, of course! In fact, let me write myself ... MOTHER'S DAY GIFT!!!:
Me: Sorry, we were supposed to decide what to get mom for mother's day.
Sarah: "right! Maybe we could get PHOTOGRAPHER'S PHONE NUMBER!!!"
Well, you get the gist. It's like some form of insipid Tourette's Syndrome for women with small children.
is an incredibly random list of observances of the past few months, and
I promise that I'll try to sharpen my writing skills somewhat and
become more organized soon. The baby is down for a nap right now, which
makes me giddy with possibilities. I might actually be able to shower,
which is quite exciting.
Until next time!
Hand Me Ups
1 week ago