Jan 02 2009

Observant? Or Demon-Posessed?

Cole does this thing in grocery stores, and has been doing it for about a year now, where he will suddenly stop everything else, look up at the ceiling, and shout “NO!” I could not figure out what he was doing the first several times, and I seriously considered starting to believe in God just so that I could believe that perhaps demons were taking over my child’s body because SERIOUSLY I could not think of anything else that could cause it. But then I stopped, and thought about what had happened in the few seconds before he shouted, and realized that he was still hearing and paying attention to something that I had long since stopped noticing even a little bit.

The in-store PA system.

You know- like when they holler about the clean up on isle 17, or for Deborah to please come check on lane 3? Well Cole, it seems, believes that they are always talking to him, and he refuses to give in to their demands. My tiny contrarian.

But isn’t, at the heart of this, one of the great joys of parenthood? Getting to experience things for the first time all over again through your child? Granted, I could do without hearing every broadcast in the grocery store, but if that’s the price I have to pay to also get to see his delight in discovering every new detail, I’ll gladly pay it. And it’s yet another reason to eagerly anticipate the new baby.

Speaking of the new baby, and of Cole, Cole poked at my belly yesterday and asked “You cooking a baby in there, mama?” I said yes (because… whatever. It’s as good an explanation as any to a 3 year old), and after he ran off again to do whatever busy thing he had to do, I had a giant laugh over it. My father and his friend happened to be visiting and asked if that’s what I had told him and I had to admit that I have absolutely NO idea where he got that notion. School maybe? I can’t think of any other way.

So the baby is about a third of the way cooked, and I’m so happy to be entering my second trimester. My belly is beginning to look less like I’m horribly constipated and more like I’m actually pregnant, which is a huge improvement.

Jan 02 2009

Was I The Only One Without A Hangover?!

How was your New Year’s? Mine was spent sleeping, thank you. We also had pizza which I did not have to cook and apple cider which I managed to cool in the freezer without blowing up the bottle- a real achievement, indeed. So, I’d say mine was great and just what it should be for me at this time in my life. What more could I ask for, right?

Well! Apparently I set my sights a bit too low, which is quite a bit more welcome than the alternative, I think. I had never heard of a tradition of New Year gift giving, and, in my memory, which is reliably shoddy, my family had never practiced it. This year, however, my father surprised me with something that nearly equals in awesomeness my Christmas gift, which was perhaps one of the best gifts of my life already.

Because we are (so happily) expecting another baby this year, and because we’ve recommitted ourselves to home upkeep (a gift in and of itself, let me tell you), my father has given us the gift of one of his weekly home-cleanings each month. The woman who cleans his house once a week will now come to our house once a month and DO WHATEVER I TELL HER TO.

Excuse me. I may be giddy and drunk with the power. Just a little.

I have NEVER, EVER had a professional housekeeper, not even for an hour. This is a treat the likes of which I never hoped I’d see. It will be SO welcome, particularly now seeing as how the smell of cleaning chemicals makes me sicker than ever and I have not yet been successful in my attempts to coerce the bathrooms into cleaning themselves.

There’s a part of me that is starting to feel hesitant about accepting this gift, mostly because I’m afraid that I will be embarrassed about the state of my house at some point, but I’m trying to tell that part of me to shut the hell up and just enjoy it. My house can’t be that bad, right? She’s sure to have seen worse, right? It’s her job, and she’s a professional, right? Hell, this is what I feel like when I go to the gynecologist, too.

And maybe the added bonus will be that I will be even more vigilant about keeping the house in order because I’ll have someone professionally evaluating its cleanliness every month. Good incentive, that.

But I’d say that it’s an awfully nice way to start the new year. I already knew that 2009 was going to be better just for the fact that it’s not a damn election year.

May all of our days in 2009 be filled with satisfaction, order, and happy surprises! And all that other good stuff, too.