Somewhere in the blur of the last few months Oliver’s mind has become magical, seeing things that others miss, luring him into conversations with other magical minds. I was beginning to worry our apartment was a lonely world, especially when D is traveling, but now I see it is populated by an endless parade of friends and cause for wonderment. I kid you not he often sits on the couch, arms overflowing with dinosaur figurines saying, ‘Where are you tiny?’ ‘There you are!” It’s pretty sweet.
And so, for little pockets of time during each day, Oliver is not nipping at my heels, trying to get his grubby hands on whatever I’m trying to do. I am, in fact, an afterthought. (who knew being overlooked could feel so luxurious?) And its with these precious moments I take a step back, look out about a sea of primary colored blocks and crayola crayons, cookie crumbs and animal flashcards, and wonder, ‘where is me in all of this’?Read More
Growing up in a big family, with a big extended family, there was always a bit of circus energy around holidays – new outfits, missing shoes, dishes to pass, gifts to give, running from one house to the next always on the verge of late. Raising Oliver 600 miles from my family, 600 miles from d’s family. 900 miles from our New York family its easy to feel a little bit like an island here in Atlanta. Most days its nothing if not quiet, (once you get used to monotone baby babble).
“Pasta for dinner again! Because I’m not picking quinoa off the floor tonight.” My friend chuckled while we watched our kids teeter around the playground. I laughed appreciatively; just the night before Oliver had reeked a royal havoc eating rice from his bumbo, so I thought I fully grasped the gravity of her statement. Fast forward eight months and I’m chuckling at my naivete; if only I’d known what was on the horizon.
You know, I’d love to be working on the ins and outs of this site so it can live up to my highest hopes and wildest dreams. But this afternoon was for making pictures with smooth and waxy crayons, perfect for little hands that lack control. What do you think? Prodigy? Good enough for the fridge? What about the wall?
Today I made peanut soup and drank wine. Oliver woke from a late nap and watched the Care Bears for the first time. Upon a little research I learned the Care Bears Family was originally a set of characters dreamed up by American Greetings to use on their cards. It was turned into a tv show just in time for the preschool me to become obsessed. We’ll see if Oliver follows suit. While its origin story is a little bit weak, its likely there will be a point in my son’s life where greeting cards are obsolete. Long live tender hearts! Lion hearts forever.Read More