One Reason I Suck as a Mom...
Sep. 28th, 2006 04:43 am...is that I routinely do things like let my son's one and only second birthday go by without saying anything about it, except sideways, while chronicling my own writing prowess. Of course, this may be mitigated somewhat by the fact that we aren't actually having his party until Sunday, in Mississauga--the same day I have to start off by reading the story I haven't even remotely finished yet at 6:00 AM, before swanning up to back-o'-beyond to hang out with six kids I barely know (the eldest of them is five) and eleven adults to whom I am sort of related (by marriage). Yeah, it'll be fun, can't you tell? So in a way, it's like we're teaching him birthdays go on for weeks, especially once we factor in Mom's attempts to get him "used" to having "Happy Birthday" sung at him by doing it every other hour. But such is life, as Ned Kelly would say.;)
Two years, and it went by so fast, and he's such a GUY. But not really. Still not talking much, still with the baby cheeks, but I can see what he'll look like at twenty starting to emerge, bit by bit. It makes me far less able to watch things like tonight's episode of Criminal Minds, and yet there's so much everyday joy in there, too. And every time something happens now, I really do tend to think about how it'll affect him before I think about how it'll affect me; that can't be all bad. ("Say, part of my back molar seems to have broken off...man, we need to start brushing his teeth for real now, like all the time!")
All right, so there we go, and much thanks to all who have congratulated me/Cal thus far. My duty is done. I now resubmerge into the scholastic inferno of Week Twelve, probably without emerging again until Sunday. See ya at Nuit Blanche, whoever's coming.
Two years, and it went by so fast, and he's such a GUY. But not really. Still not talking much, still with the baby cheeks, but I can see what he'll look like at twenty starting to emerge, bit by bit. It makes me far less able to watch things like tonight's episode of Criminal Minds, and yet there's so much everyday joy in there, too. And every time something happens now, I really do tend to think about how it'll affect him before I think about how it'll affect me; that can't be all bad. ("Say, part of my back molar seems to have broken off...man, we need to start brushing his teeth for real now, like all the time!")
All right, so there we go, and much thanks to all who have congratulated me/Cal thus far. My duty is done. I now resubmerge into the scholastic inferno of Week Twelve, probably without emerging again until Sunday. See ya at Nuit Blanche, whoever's coming.