Firsts…

This week was my Father’s first visit out to see us in New Jersey, the first time Otter met his Grandfather, Monkey’s first school field trip. and my first solo stint with two children.
Daddy got here Tuesday, and we enjoyed his visit so much. Otter was a little uncertain about the usefulness of another “boob-less” person in the house, but Dad won him over by Thursday with songs and snuggles. He even got a few “ear to ear jobs” as Dad calls baby grins.
Otter sleeping on Da:
Da singing to Otter:

Monkey played a number of rousing games of “Go-Fish” with her Da, and he actually won a few of them. (She is quite the card shark and never forgets a card someone has asked for.) Da also chaperoned her field trip to the Staten Island Zoo. He was a very brave man to volunteer to ride an hour or so on a bus with 20 chattering kindergarteners. They had a nice time, and Monkey was able so show her Da off to her classmates.
Da and Monkey off to the field trip:

Monkey excited about her field trip:
Monkey has had a hard time with Otter taking some of her thunder, and my Dad went a long way to reminding her that she is a sweet and special little girl, and that she is still a star, albeit one who has to share the spotlight from time to time.

Bella, our dog, got to snuggle in the guest bed with Dad at night, while Andy, our other dog, tried to win me over by staying in the bedroom.(It’s didn’t work, she is still not allowed to eat off the kitchen counter.)

Lee left for his conference on Thursday morning. Otter and I dropped him at the train station at 4:30 am. Ugh. Once he was gone a strange thing occured, I began waking up covered in cats. All three of them crept onto the bed and slept there, Rue above the baby, Chloe at my feet, and Hazel at my side.

As for me, I got to have several days of daddy hugs, and conversation over a shared beer or cup of coffee. He and I used to have coffee about once a week on his way to work, and I was really missing the chance to build castles in the air with him. It was great to have a chance for leisurely conversation, even if we had to sneak it in between the needs of the kiddos.

Of course today we had to take him to the airport, and we cried like babies all the way home, except for the baby, who slept. Monkey said “Nama and Da are just so special to me, and now they live there and we live here, it’s not fair! I can’t wait to live there again!”
Oh honey, how very much I agree with you.

Amid the cries of baby…

WAH!!!

Must…post…to…blog…

WAH!!

Must…contact…outside…world…

WAH!!

Must…shower.

It is a lovely thing, the first time your baby decides you are the end all be all of life and the human existence. When you can’t set him down without hearing him cry, can’t hand him off without hearing him cry, when you resign yourself to just hearing him cry so you can pee.

I am also the person who gets smiled at, and gets to snuggle the most, and gets the kisses, but I also get the most vomit, and god forbid I clean my kitchen, sweep my house, or cook dinner. I am oficially limited to foods that can be consumed with one hand and have little dripage.

Cereal is a hardship because of the milk, so mixing it with yogurt seems to help reduce spills.

Do not overcook pork chops and then try and eat them one handed, they will merely defeat you. Limit yourself to precut meals, or meat that is so tender it falls apart.

Happily I should be more than able to lost weight on my one handed diet, and with the vitamin supplements not suffer too much nutrition loss!!

On the bright side my dad is in town and I am beginning to feel the reality of the baby. After living with my parents when I had Monkey, it was difficult to fully embrace the new baby until I heard my parents goo and gah over him. Now he has been fully welcomed into the family, and his cries have been interpreted by my father to be commentary on the current political regime. Well frankly, I would cry too.

Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s in my life! (WARNING: ensuing Hallmark card moment)

Motherhood is always challenging, always interesting, and always worth it, even though it may not feel like it at 3 am when you haven’t slept in a month. I just bury my nose in my baby or kiddo’s hair, breathe deeply, and remember that one day I will watch them tear their hair out over their own children. (Revenge! Ask my Mom, she says it’s sweet!)

To all the women I know who deal with poo, vomit, car crashes, late curfews, problems at school, the “yeah-but”‘s, the “gimmies”, rolling eyes, stomping feet, etc… you are wonderful people whose actions everyday are growing more wonderful people. You have the most important job on earth! Thank you for listening to me complain, helping me come up with solutions, commiserating when all seems lost, and generally being my village.

I won’t forget to cherish the handmade flower pots, and photo magnets, the sticky hugs and kisses, the smiles and giggles, the fact that my child still wants to play with me and hasn’t yet discovered I am the least cool person on earth, soft baby sounds, surprise room cleanings, and everything else that helps make all the sleeplessness worth it.

Thanks to my Mom, without whom I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be happy, and I wouldn’t be me. Thank you for yelling at me, hugging me, making me brownies, coming out to help me with Otter, helping me raise Monkey, being my friend, getting drunk with me, and sharing in many sarcastic judgmental moments with me while somehow still thinking I am a good person!!

I love you!

Speaking of motherhood… ask not for whom the baby cries… he cries for me.

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