Thursday, May 22, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
I am incredibly grateful for the wonderful day I spent with my tiny, precious family but, I don't feel like I am qualified to celebrate such a day quite yet. Yes, I bore a tiny human from my loins, so what, it was like a walk in the park(a very rough park). But, my Mom, Paul's mom and my Grandmother are truly the ones to be celebrated. These women have raised kids who lived long enough to have kids and for those kids to have kids and did such an incredible job that...well, those kids actually turned out pretty darn well, in my opinion. When Sam is grown-up and is well behaved, polite, kind, smart, etc. I will, only then, truly be able to celebrate a day that is dedicated to such amazing women.....until then however, I will continue to accept lavish gifts. :)
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Later, we would confide in some our readiness to leave. Their eyebrows levitated off their foreheads at us, perhaps unconsciously, perhaps intentionally. "Why would you want to leave?" some would ask Elise. "Didn't they change his diapers, feed and swaddle him for you?" The answer would be a resounding no. Without going into the thousands of fascinating details of that day, basically they brought Sam into the world, gave him to Elise and I and said, in not-so-many words, "Here you go. He's your's now." And from that second, Elise and I hit the ground running, putting into practice that which we had never practiced, rehearsed or applied in real life.
Faced with any new challenge, it is not only natural, but wise and prudent to prepare. If one were to sign up for a triathlon, one would train for it, run, swim, cycle hours and miles. If you knew you had a big test on the horizon, you would study for it, right? (unless that test was AP Calculus, then you would just doodle super-heroes and dragons over the whole thing in number 2 pencil and wait anxiously for the class trip to Pizza Hut). Elise and I took classes, watched videos and read every book we could get our hands on, but often no matter how much preparation you put into a thing it can never compare to the reality. I imagine that you can float around in a NASA swimming pool in your space suit all day long, but it will never truly steel you for the wonders of space.
And when they drop your 6 lbs. 11 oz. son in your arms, you don't remember--not even for a fraction of a second--that you have never held a baby in your life.
Though we had our hands fuller than we could ever have anticipated them being, anyone who truly knows either of us, can imagine the prospect of staring at the same four walls sans Starbucks or a whiff of fresh air for the 3rd day in a row held no appeal to us whatsoever. We were ready to get back to what we had started calling 'the new normal'.
The 'new normal' would be--at the same time--nothing like the 'old normal' and exactly the same as the 'old normal'.
The 'old normal' was characterized by all things Elise and I enjoyed doing together: sharing coffee at Buckys, going for runs, bike rides and swims, grocery shopping and making dinner together, trips out west and going out for HH on Tiggy Fridays. The 'new normal' would consist of all these activities and more, only now we would have some extra company.
Imagine you are standing on one side of a disembodied doorway, and on one side of the doorway is the 'new normal' and on the other side of the doorway is the 'old normal'. To the untrained eye, the differences between these two universes would seem profound. To the uninitiated, peering through this doorway would be like Superman peering into Bizarro world, a reality where everything was upside-down, where chaos reigned and order was on permanent sabbatical. But to the experienced observer, to one who knew the difference between the 'old normal' and the 'new normal', the world on either side of that doorway would appear exactly the same. If anything, the grass was greener once we walked through that doorway, once we loaded our bags onto the cart and were wheeled through the automatic sliding glass doors into the steamy South Florida afternoon, December 27th, 2007...
And went straight home.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Did some swingin'....keep it clean people
Ate some rice gak for the first time and actually managed to swallow some!
One of many jam sessions.
Story time at Momz & Noble.
Started my Monday morning off right with a sip of Dads quad venti latte.
Happy Cinco De Mayo to all!
Friday, May 2, 2008
The visit was capped off with Sam's second round of vaccinations. As though the first weren't bad enough...at least, he was young enough that it didn't seem as though he really knew what was going on. Not the case this time around. Not that anyone could really ignore being pinned down by the knees and jabbed in the thigh four times with an 8 inch needle. But Sam was imminently more aware of what is going on around him now then he was then, which made for one frightened little boy.
For the next fifteen minutes, Elise successfully defragged his scrambled mainframe and brought him back from the brink of hysteria. Most of the rest of the afternoon was spent in a terror-induced, semi-comatose stupor, eyes glazed, nostrils running, low-decibel moaning, etc. (okay, maybe it wasn't that bad...) But by the end of the day, the Sam we have grown to know and love returned, no worse for wear save for a low-grade fever. We had our boy back again. And if he recalled the morning's trauma, he didn't let on, and if he held either of us responsible for the torture we had not-so-willingly subjected him to, he had, by then, forgiven us whole-heartedly.
Neither Elise nor I are deign to flatter ourselves and presume that Sam's disposition is somehow a learned response to our interactions with him over course of the past four months. I have to dig through the deep, deep recesses of my gray matter and exhume 9th grade literary arts from my brain, but I recall William Golding exploring the true, base nature of man in his novel "The Lord of the Flies", posing the question: Is man fundamentally good or evil? When stripped of the extrinsic influences which mold and govern man, i.e. laws, customs, tradition, etc. will he reveal himself to be a fundamentally good and righteous person or will he de-evolve into a savage beast driven by instinct?
I can't look at Sam and not know the answer to this question. Especially when he forgives Elise and I for handing him over to that nurse (even if he doesn't know it's for his own good) so easily. One may posit that he is only a baby, but if I had done that to Kitty, he wouldn't have spoken to me for 3 weeks....and that's a cat.
I guess William Golding didn't have any children.
Fact check: He had two, Judy and David (they must have been monsters!)