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Tag Archives: Parenting
On HRH Prince Baby of Cambridge
I spent some time today attempting to explain my fascination with the British royal family. Mostly it's just inexplicable (why does anyone have any interest in any celebrities at all?) but a large part of it is just having a...
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Tagged Current Affairs, Observations and Miscellany, Parenting
Hook ’em young
Probably needless to say, Ian has been around knitting since the very beginning. When he was tiny, I perfected the art of knitting while he slept in my arms (and sometimes even while he was nursing, if I was situated...
In which plastic balls make me weepy
One day last week, I took advantage of being home without Ian and I packed away some of his baby toys that he'd really outgrown. He still played with them, but it was becoming increasingly clear that it was just because they were there, not because he was actively choosing them, you know?
Packing away the outgrown things is such a bittersweet chore. Part of me is THRILLED to get these plastic things out of the living room -- they're huge and they don't store well in any sort of toybox configuration -- but, at the same time, there's something so final about saying goodbye to toys that he loved so much when he was tiny. It's the passing of an era.
The toys are just the smallest part of it. There are all the outgrown clothes -- I have to consider and smile at each little onesie and tiny pair of shorts before packing it away into the bin. We've long since said goodbye to the bouncy seat and the exersaucer. The highchair hasn't been used in months (though it's still in the corner of the kitchen; we've not yet gotten around to moving it into storage). We can even see the end of Ian's crib days.
Bittersweet really is the only word for it. I LOVE the little boy that Ian is becoming. I love that he's so self-sufficient now. I love that he can carry on a conversation. I love that he's starting to really learn his letters and even recognizes his name when he sees it written out. I love how hilariously imaginative he is. I love that we're approaching the age where we can really do things together, like cook and take hikes and stargaze and build birdfeeders at Home Depot on Saturday morning. But at the same time, I loved all the earlier phases too, and it's kind of sad to know that once they're gone, they're gone. Everything is so fleeting -- one day he's calling things "soam" and "happy-to-you," and the very next day those same two objects are the far more pedestrian "phone" and "cupcake" and some of that childhood cuteness is gone. Blink and you miss it.
On a practical note, I really wish I knew, long-term, what will happen to all of these things. Many of Ian's little friends have new little baby brothers or sisters at home, or will soon, but we are nowhere near that yet. Honestly, I feel more and more like I might very well be done at one...but who knows how I'll feel two years from now, or five years from now. In the meantime, though, that leaves the question of what to do with all of this stuff. For now, it's just going into the basement because we really would not want to have to re-acquire all of this stuff should we have a second baby, but it would be so much easier to just be able to get it out of the house now. Because if I have such a hard time packing it up now, I imagine it will only be worse in five years when I need to go through it all AGAIN.
And then, of course, there's the question of what I would want to keep around -- for nostalgia, for babies who might visit, for Ian to rediscover and reminisce about someday, or just because today's toys are tomorrow's vintage treasures. I can't even think, yet, about how I will make those sorts of decisions.
Who ever thought I'd become this much of a sap? Motherhood is indeed a strange journey.
In which plastic balls make me weepy
One day last week, I took advantage of being home without Ian and I packed away some of his baby toys that he'd really outgrown. He still played with them, but it was becoming increasingly clear that it was just...
For the dad in my life
Fathers Day was completely off my radar for a good many years, to the point where I could barely remember what month it was in. But now we celebrate it again, of course -- and Jim gets it all to himself, since he's the only dad in our midst.
I always knew that Jim would be a good dad -- it was easy to see from how he was with other people's children and, as stupid as it sounds, with our cats. And I'm glad to note that he hasn't disappointed yet. ;-) Ian's very lucky to have him for a daddy, and I'm very lucky to have him as my partner in crime.
Happy Fathers Day!
Magic
There are a lot of reasons why I'm glad we waited till we'd been married for a decade before moving ahead with Project Child, but one of them is that we had a number of holiday seasons in which to create our own holiday traditions without having to work a kid into them, too. By the time Ian rolled around, we had things pretty sorted out -- you all know it can be hard to create new traditions while still upholding the old ones that you both bring to a relationship -- and, having had a long time to think about what is important to us, we had some pretty good ideas about how we want to share that with our son.
We aren't religious by any definition, but that doesn't mean that it's not an important and sacred, if you'll forgive my use of the word, time of year for us. We are lucky enough to have wonderful families that we love and are close to (and actually legitimately like, rather than just tolerate!) and if that's not worth celebrating, I don't know what is. Giving and sharing and caring, and lighting the darkest nights of the year -- all things that are a wonderful basis for a holiday.
Last year we put up our Christmas tree after Ian had gone to bed, but this year he helped. (He helped us pick it out, too, of course! He was much more interested in the proceedings than he was last year.) He held the lights for Jim while he was putting them up, and then dropped a couple of ornaments under the tree (he can't quite work out how to actually hang them) before amusing himself sorting the non-breakable balls we bought into piles, while Jim and I did the actual decorating. :-)
I've been going to the Wadsworth Atheneum for the annual Festival of Trees for years now, and last year I took Ian with me on a day off. This year, Jim came along too. I think the three of us were the only people there under the age of 50 on the Friday morning that we went, and so Ian was very busy amusing groups of little old ladies with his (well-behaved) antics. We also went to the Christmas House in Torrington, which I cannot adequately explain for you other than to say that it is amazing that the place hasn't burned down, what with all the fire code violations. It's awesome.
We didn't go see Santa -- Ian isn't old enough to care, and he HATES standing in line -- but he can now identify Santa on sight ("Tanta!") and will tell you that he says "ho, ho, ho" while rubbing his own little bowl full of jelly.
Most important of all, though, is spending time with our loved ones. And this year we get to do it an extra lot -- we always celebrate Christmas in January with my family, so we still have that to look forward to -- but this year Jim's siblings and their spouses, sadly, couldn't overlap their visits home. So we had our usual Christmas Eve with Jim's mom, grandma, sister, and her husband, and then Christmas Day with the three of us plus Mom and Grandma. Tonight we're doing Christmas Eve, redux, but with Jim's brother and his wife in place of his sister and her husband. Ian LOVES all the attention, and once he figured out what the deal was with presents, he loved THAT, too.
Christmas morning at our house was nice and low-key. Jim and I exchanged our gifts, and tried to get Ian to open some of his.
He liked his very first present from Santa -- some play dishes -- so much, that all he wanted to do was play with them. :-) It took us most of the day to get through his gifts, one at a time as his interest dictated. I can't say I minded it -- I know it'll only be a couple of years before he's in full-on Must Open All The Things As Quickly As Possible mode, and for now, it was nice to be able to spread it all out and see the excitement on his face as he opened each thing. Everything elicited an "ooh!" or a "whoa!", and what really made my little nerdy librarian heart happy was when he opened up his very own copy of Gossie and Gertie -- he loves that book so much, he's worn the library copy right out -- and yelled out "Gossie!" My boy can identify books! And gets excited about them! O happy day!
I sincerely hope that you all had a Christmas that was every ounce as happy and fun as ours was.
And now, I can start to unveil the Christmas projects -- although even some of that will have to wait till the end of January, after we see my family!!