I haven’t done this in a long time! But now’s my chance.
Ok ok so… random huh? Well, here goes:
So, there’s a family who live at our same number house, just on one street over. And they’re really nice and have a four year old and a one year old. The mom does a lot of things with our neighbourhood, like planning the yearly get-together, etc. We’ve spoken a lot and I pass their house whenever I walk. So, knowing I had a brand new baby, she came by last Sunday with a couple brownies and a tupperware of red beans and rice. How nice! But here’s the part that makes me feel like a complete and total asshole. I took a bite of a brownie and it was one of the worst things I have ever put into my mouth. It had this dirt-like consistency and god, how do you screw up brownies? And to boot, the beans and rice were utterly flavorless. It was the kindest gesture but pointless overall. I know; I’m just mean.
We watched The Invention of Lying last night and it was nothing that I expected it to be but was utterly fascinating. If no one could tell a lie, this world would flat out suck. We’d have nothing to believe in, no hope, hardly any happiness. Their only happiness lay in ignorance, which is as you already know, is bliss. But the movie got me thinking about how believing in things that may or may not happen or be “true” doesn’t necessarily make them lies. I really enjoyed it.
Whenever I go to the store, with or without child, I am paranoid about having spit up or some other baby substance on me. I don’t remember being this way with Elliot but Isaac spews forth great amounts of fluids all day every day so the likelihood of some of that resting on my shoulder or streaked down the front of my shirt is great. And it never fails to totally unnerve me.
Elliot, who can count to 20, sing his ABCs and other songs, is now mixing things up. He’ll count to ten from about 6, then roll in “w x y and z now I know my ABCs how I wonder what you are.” It’s like all his new knowledge is jumbled up in his brain and sometimes I look at his huge nogging – seriously, the boy has a gigantic head (Go to 1:42
) – and it must beso full of information, working in overdrive, that he can’t even get it all straight, he has to put it all into one big outpouring of chatter. But I am amazed by him every single day. Looking at Isaac and how little he can do makes me realize how grown up Elliot is now. How independent and smart that boy is. It’s enough to make a mom cry.
Ok, that’s all for now. Be sure to check out the other people playing along at home. I love that Un-mom site.