Monday(ish) Moment: Bliss

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme / topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/ topic the following Monday. This week’s Monday Moment is Bliss.

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This post has too many words, too much complexity, for a moment so simple. Me, rushing in from the car, trying to stop thinking about work and start thinking about dinner. You, lying by the door in your pink polka-dot raincoat, looking up at the sky. As though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lay down, you said, patting the grass beside you.

So I did. And it was the most natural thing in the world.

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There are so many times that I wish the world would stop turning, just for a moment. A moment to catch my breath. A moment to hold on to you as you are, right now.

For that moment, there in the grass, the world stood still.

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Too much complexity, too many words. All I needed was one:

Bliss.

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Zubenelgeneubi

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme / topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/ topic the following Monday. This week’s Monday Moment is Jumping.

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She’s jumping, for the sheer joy of it.  Beneath her feet, a cat, basking in the attention.

She’s jumping. Different she, same cat. Two years older, but seemingly no wiser.

But who am I to judge? There is no such thing as bad attention. Apparently.

My wish for you, our Zubey-Doo, is that wherever you are now, you are surrounded by babies, ready to jump on you.

Zube 2007-2011

BUG!

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme / topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/ topic the following Monday. This week’s Monday Moment is Unexpected.

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“BUG! BUG!” you shriek, as you rip the bright yellow crocs back off your feet. And sure enough, out crawls an earwig.

We had made such progress. The impromptu lesson, “why we don’t stand on an ant-hill”, finally forgotten. Bugs had gone back to being interesting, after Daddy had showed you how he could make one crawl across his arm, and no harm done.

(If you discount the suppressed shudders that he himself had had to endure.)

And who can blame you? Not I. Not when my own skin crawls at the thought of something so… unexpected.

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The Pitter-Patter of Little Feet

This morning, we were joined in the bed by

thump… pit-pat pit-pat pit-pat… flop

a very large dog,

pit-pat pit-pat-pit-pat … pit-pat pit-pat-pit-pat … foomp

a rather smaller llama

pit-pat pit-pat-pit-pat … pit-pat pit-pat-pit-pat … whack

three board books,

pit-pat pit-pat-pit-pat … pit-pat pit-pat-pit-pat … slither

a beach towel, a sofa pillow,

zzzzzzzzzzzz

and a two-year old, who promptly went back to sleep.

In this house, you have to expect the unexpected.

Two Mondays. Two Moments.

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme / topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/ topic the following Monday. My moments almost always seem to come a day or two too late, so this post is a double header: Last Week’s Monday Moment was Talking. This week’s is Listening.

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Talking

Watching you learn to talk has got to be one of the most exciting things about watching you grow. It gives me a window into what you are thinking, into how you view the world.

Right now, you view the world in family groupings. In any group of geese, you can identify the mama, the gaga (dada), the babies. Even in a group of adult geese.

And this photo?

Well that, is a Gaga and Baby of course. And I couldn’t possibly be any happier.

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Listening

Shh! Do you hear that?

That is the sound of silence. The silence of two kids napping.

At the same time.

We exchange looks of glee, and scurry off. And for the next two hours, the only sound in the house?

Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap. Tap.

Two keyboards, tapping away blissfully.

Well, what did you think it was??

Cruisin’

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme/topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/topic the following Monday. The theme for this week’s Monday Moment is Friendship.

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Two friends, out cruisin’ in their brand-new ride. “Tell baby about what you see, that’s how she learns the words for things.”

Big sister obliges with a running commentary – what she sees, what she thinks, punctuated by the occasional nursery song. Little sister watches, hanging on every word, adding a squeal here and there. For interest.

I follow along behind, headphones shoved in my pocket.

Hanging on every word.

Sisters

The Very Hungry Baby

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme / topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/ topic the following Monday. This week’s Monday Moment is Pretend.

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“On Tuesday, he ate through FOUR strawberries. But he was STILL hungry.”

And so, it seems, are you, as you carefully pluck a strawberry from the pages of the book, and eat it.

Later, you will share with me. And your very first gift to your newborn sister will be a piece of chocolate cake, stollen from a caterpillar.

But for now, all I know is that you have invented your first game of pretend.

I Am Momma. And I Am Surprised.

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Every Friday Brie, from Capital Mom, posts a theme / topic and if you like you can join her by writing about a moment related to that theme/ topic the following Monday. This week’s Monday Moment is Surprise

The fishing trip wasn’t a surprise. It had been planned for months. Planned at a time when we looked at each other and said, “9 months. Babies are easier at 9 months, aren’t they?”

What was a surprise, though, was having to make 3 trips to the doctor the day before he left. For a kid who probably didn’t have pink-eye anyway, but wasn’t allowed back at school until we knew for sure.

The next surprise was ending up with a doctor who, unlike our own doc, is ok with prescribing antibiotics “just in case”. Not my usual modus operandi. Surprise.

The next surprise was Saturday morning, when I woke up to “Ooo, mucky messes… I stepped in it!”. Who knew that a diaper could burst it’s seams and leave a pile of silica gel on the floor? Not me. At first I thought it was some strange, clear cat vomit. That I would find a feline on the floor downstairs, asphyxiated on a packet of dessicant crystals.

So I guess that was a good surprise.

The little surprise waiting for me on Saturday night was that you can, in fact, knock a crown off a tooth with peanutbutter. Smooth peanut butter.

On Sunday morning, I woke up without a voice. I haven’t had laryngitis since… I can’t remember when. Before kids, anyhow. Everything else is a blur.

Who am I kidding? Everything since is a blur.

But Sunday itself was the biggest surprise of all. I got up. I strapped a baby to my back, left the toddler in the livingroom, and I cleaned. I conquered the mountain in the front hall. I installed the window screens and opened all the windows. I built the Ikea furniture that has been sitting in the powder room for over a month. I got two kids and a playstructure roof to (and through) Home Depot, and home again with an 8-foot-long 2-by-4, 10 feet of 2″ PVC pipe (x2!), two very large shelving units, electrical tape and a package of deck screws.

That it all fit, more or less, was certainly a surprise. That there was enough in the tank to go out after dinner to build shelves, fix stairs, and repair a play structure was also a surprise. That I could rock this whole temporary-single-parent thing, even for just a day; now that was a nice surprise.

I am momma, and wouldn’t you know it? I can roar. Surprise!

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