May 30, 2005

It’s a well-documented fact that baby boys squirt their parents during diaper changes. Some new parents inherit fear of this possibility, some simply adopt a sense of humour. I inherited the latter from my Mum and we demonstrated it a few times in the two weeks she visited right after his birth.

We had been wrapping Christmas gifts for the family when it was time to change his diaper. He was a couple of feet from the gifts and they were above his head/behind him. But my son has great distance, and I had to re-wrap many of the gifts. I have to admit, I was filled with an amount of pride.


Everymommy needs a Stacey

May 29, 2005

At the risk of embarrassing her, because I know she frequents my blogs, I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about the importance of having a good mommy-friend. I am fortunate to have many friends with young children living here and around the continent and thanks to the power of the internet, my friends from all my former lives (high school, college and beyond) and I are still able to keep up with each other and the new children. And the internet is good.

What makes the bad days seem less long is knowing that on Wednesday mornings we go to our Mommy and Me group and that often I will go mall walking with my friend and her son who’s just a couple of weeks older than mine.

We first met at our childbirthing class and have been getting together almost every week since August. Now our boys are six months old, we’ve recovered from our cesareans, we’ve weathered the boys first illnesses, and entered into the world of solid foods and homeopathic teething tablets. There are only a couple of things for which I am more grateful than having a friend who has a son similar in age (and size) to mine, and with whom I share similar parenting philosophies.

Almost daily I consider how fortunate I am to have a friend like her, and what a difference it makes in my life. It has made navigating the waters of new-motherhood much smoother and I think every new mother needs a Staceyfriend.


May 29, 2005

Every grandchild is special, but there’s something different about the first grandchild. I think it’s because it’s fresh and new. My inlaws already have one grandson and we were around a little to watch them discover grandparenthood — it was fun. They’re different with our son. Not better, not worse, and there’s nothing wrong, it’s just different. They’re used to this bag, now. They’ve got their groove. It’s fun to watch them interact with him, but it’s different than they were with our nephew.

For my parents, this is the first time.
After three out of my four parents had had the opportunity to come down and visit us, my husband and I were reflecting on how different it is with them than it is with his parents. It’s so fun to see them turn into mush when the baby coos, or looks at them, and to watch them rediscover the feelings they had when their children were little, and add on to that knowing that this is their baby’s baby.

My Dad put it well recently, he said, “I was reflecting on all this after our visit there and I realised that one of the reasons I was so touched watching you with him was the realisation that you were truly experiencing the emotions I had for you at that age. The circle of life. It’s a blessing all round.”

I think this isn’t so fresh and new with the next children. While it’s highly improbable, I hope that all of our siblings get the chance to see parents become grandparents for the first time.

fighting sleep

May 5, 2005

3 cookies
+ 2 tall glasses of cold water
– 2 a.m.
= me on the couch barely lucid
crocheting the final row
on a hat
for a baby shower
while my son
willing himself awake
bats at the flowers
on the couch
and the helicopters
on his footies

we fall asleep finally
with his hand on my face
on the couch
before three