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Month: August 2016

Finn’s 1st Birthday!

8 / 11 / 16

I am writing to you about my ONE YEAR OLD SON. That is insane–absolutely bonkers, I tell ya. Where has the year gone? And can I get it back, please?

As much as we may try to disbelieve it, yesterday was Finn’s first birthday. This whole week, we’ve been awash in nostalgia and gratefulness–and also a little sadness, as we realize how many baby-centric moments have passed. Forever. It’s been a little weepy, over here.

Since Finn’s bday fell on a Wednesday, and since Sona is back to work, we decided to play it pretty low-key. We’d initially planned a party for the weekend, but we ended up cancelling it after there were so many scheduling conflicts. “He’s one,” I keep reminding Sona. “He won’t even know if we do throw him a party.”

Still, we wanted yesterday to be special for the three of us. I took Finn to the nanny in the morning, giving him some time to play with his bestie, Sidy–and giving me time to do some last-minute prep–and then picked him up after his first nap. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how’d he’d like to spend the day and came to the conclusion that, like his momma, he really loves three things: good food, water, and wandering.

So, I took him for an al fresco pizza lunch (he ate two slices), walked to the neighborhood splash pad (where we sat for 20 minutes, thinking the water features were broken, until a 5 year old told us that you had to press the button–mom fail), and went for Italian ice.

While he was taking his afternoon nap, I decorated the living room with gifts and balloons, knowing that he’d either love it–or he’d be so freaked out that he would run (okay, crawl), screaming, in the opposite direction.

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Sona went by the farmer’s market on her way home and picked up some fresh mushroom ravioli–another favorite–for dinner. (It was a hit. He ate the entire plate full in approx. 37 seconds.)

When he finally woke up from a long nap, we excitedly carried him into the living room, half expecting him to explode from excitement. That, he did not.

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Instead, he did what he always does: carefully surveyed the situation, suspiciously and cautiously.

After a minute or two, he decided he was, actually, very excited–about the balloons. And he ran around, trying to catch them, hugging them obsessively. Gifts? What gifts?

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We were waiting for a balloon to pop, traumatizing him beyond repair and, henceforth, instilling in him an insurmountable fear of birthdays.

That didn’t happen, thankfully.

After a while, he did take an interest in his gifts. Once he noticed there were new toys, all bets were off. He manically moved from one to the next, pointing and grunting: “GIVE. ME. THIS. NOW.” He might have been a little overwhelmed.

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We also, of course, got him a cake–one of many, this week, I’d imagine. Even though we plan to do an actual cake smash shoot in a week or so, we still wanted him to have the pleasure of going at it on his birthday, too. So, we let him have his way with the cake, which really just meant that he licked off every single icing balloon like it was his job.

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Here’s video of the whole affair:

I’m off to go pick up Mimi and Pops. They’re here for what we’ll call “birthday, continued.” More balloon-induced stuper to follow, I’m sure.

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Finn’s First Year: A Recap

8 / 10 / 168 / 10 / 16

I know I can’t expect anyone other than Finn’s mommas to watch a 13 minute video, recapping his first year of life. But it’s his birthday. And we’re feeling nostalgic like WHOA. And we love him more than you could possibly imagine (except if you’re a mom, too–and then you probably get it).

So, here it is. Happy birthday, Finn.

And if you want to read all about our birth story, you can find it here!

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Oh, Heeeeeey (A Very Long Update)

8 / 8 / 16

When my students read an essay draft to the class, I always warn them that they can’t offer any disclaimers. Don’t tell us that you wrote it at 2AM the night before. Don’t tell us that “it sucks.” Don’t tell us that your sister was annoying you and, therefore, you couldn’t focus. No excuses. Just read.

So, I’m not going to bother offering an elaborate string of excuses for my blog absence, lately. Like my students, I’ll just jump right in.

When I last wrote, I was about to leave for a 2-week professional development/graduate program in North Carolina, and I was bemoaning my pending departure, hypothesizing that I was surely going to fall to pieces with out my dear, sweet Finn.

Here’s what I probably shouldn’t say: I didn’t fall to pieces. In fact, I had a really, really good time. Doesn’t that make me a terrible mom? Maybe.

Leaving was tough, for sure. And it became clear, very early on, that FaceTime wasn’t going to be an option, as Finn got pretty frustrated with seeing me on the phone and not having me in person. It upset him a lot, and it just wasn’t worth it. The first couple of days away were hard, and I hit a few bouts of loneliness; seeing my sweet boy reach out for me–on the phone–and not being able to reciprocate was no fun. So, we kept our phone chats brief.

But then I settled in, met some people, got busy keeping busy, and compartmentalized. That is, even if I thought about Finn all of the time, I didn’t really give myself a chance to miss him. I was occupied from sun-up to sun-down, mostly with legitimate work–but also with a little bit of raucous debauchery.

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Sona said I was reliving my college years. I don’t think that’s a complete misrepresentation. Hey–I was living in a dorm, after all!

I won’t wax nostalgic about how, in having a baby, I’ve lost myself. Or how I’ve been utterly unrecognizable in this past year. Or how, since Finn, I’ve forgotten who I am and what I love. None of that is true. Finn isn’t a distraction; he is the embodiment of what I want out of life. If anything, having him has made me more laser-focused on what is important–and what isn’t.

Yet, what I have missed is the ability to selfishly and unabashedly indulge in me-ness. To focus, again, on doing the work that I love. To have meaningful conversations about that work. To play–to drive aimlessly, to behave irresponsibly, to be silly–without knowing that I need to relieve a babysitter or without watching the monitor, waiting for nap-time to end.

I got to do all of those things, and I left feeling recharged. But of course, all of that came at a cost: Sona had to work double-time. She had to be the single mom.

Even that, though, was much needed. It’s no secret that, for lots of reasons, I get more one-on-one time with Finn. The first week I was away, my parents were here to help (which we reallllllllly appreciated). The second week, though, Sona went at it, alone. It was a week we were all fretting over, but she totally rocked it–and without a single complaint. If you ask her, she’ll tell you it “wasn’t that bad,” and she feels a lot closer to Finn, now.

But I’m still pretty sure that I owe her a week of recklessness, soon.

Finn? He’s changing daily. I think that, with his first birthday on the horizon, we can say that we’ve officially entered toddler-dom. It’s a scary place, y’all, but it’s also a riot.

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Here’s what you need to know: He still only has two teeth. His first word was “kitty,” and he says “ey kitteh kitteh” whenever he sees Xander or Sweet Pea. (As I’m sure you can imagine, they’re THRILLED.) He’s also saying “dada,” which is like some sick joke for his lesbian mommies. He does this weird half crawl, half walk–walking must be just around the corner. He pulls himself up on everything. Opens everything. Reaches out and screams for everything.

His separation anxiety is a thing of the past (for now). He loves to play–loves to explore on his own. He managed to open a baby gate and was halfway up the stairs before we caught him. He’s still a champion sleeper, napping up to 3-hour stretches. He eats three meals a day, and he has dinner–at the table–with us each night. He loves music and dances the second he hears a tune. He seems particularly fond of classical and hip-hop; my kid isn’t going to be pigeon-holed.

He gives hugs, when he’s in the mood. He is affectionate with other kids to a fault. Like, “Stop groping that kid, Finn, he’s going to file a restraining order.” He’s super serious or super silly, which he gets from Sona. He’s also the most observant baby I’ve ever met. He loves cars and is obsessed with two luvies, which he double-fists at bedtime. He eats about a pound of fruit a day and can drink from a straw.

Also, he will be a ONE YEAR OLD in two days, which is just absurd.

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Last week was my re-entry. Luckily, Sona had the week off, and we did our first ever staycation. (Which, let’s be honest, isn’t even close to being as awesome as an actual vacation, but the house–and the reno–forced us to make some smarter decisions, this year.)

We had lots of much-needed family time, taking Finn to the zoo and to the beach and on other Chicago-based adventures. It was also good to be in our new place, as I’ve only really been here for half of the time that it has been ours. So, I’m still settling in.

It makes me sound crazy to say this, but I’m ready for work to start back, next week. I’m looking forward to getting back to our routine and having a schedule. It’ll be nice to come home, cook dinner, watch trashy TV, and then get up and do it all over again–all without having to talk with mortgage lenders or contractors or furniture companies who can’t make a delivery window to save their lives.

Part of that routine, hopefully, will be blogging, again. But, by now, I know better than to make any promises. 😉

 

 

 

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