Monday, March 13, 2017

Kids are embarrassing

At the mall yesterday we met a woman wearing her baby facing outwards in a narrow-base Baby Bjorn carrier. Rahul commented on this (in his lucid, bell-like tones, unfortunately). He said, "That baby is literally hanging in that carrier."

He's right, of course. It's also worth noting that the baby was and will be fine, though the carrier might end up a little painful for the mother's back as the baby gets bigger. It's just that I've never discussed the ergonomics of baby carriers with him, and was surprised he even noticed the difference!

Being him, he also had to back this up by informing the startled woman that I 'make' baby carriers and know all about this. I'm not saying he was wrong but... I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Kids are embarrassing.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Happy Anniversary to me (tomorrow)

It's now eleven years since that night I sat on my bed terrified at what I was about to do.

I just wanted to say that somewhere and I'm drunk enough to, here, tonight. Tomorrow we can go back to my regular radio silence.

Hello, all.

Monday, December 12, 2016

Beni's bib

I placed today's newspaper and a bib of Beni's on the long staircase, to be taken upstairs on my next trip up. As it happened, Beni went up before I did, and noted both sitting on the stair. I told them they were for upstairs. Not only did he take both (quite an armful for a toddler) he also neatly placed the newspaper on his father's desk and the bib *inside* the drawer it was destined for. I had only mentioned that they would both go upstairs.

 Nothing in my life so far has quite prepared me for a male to take this much interest and initiative in his household. I know he is likely to grow up to be as 'domestically challenged' as all the other males in my life but for just this hour, I wanted to tell you how wonderful this little act of his made me feel. 

He is now exactly two years and five months old, and Rahul was in preschool by this age because I had started work at Contad. I find Beni following me around, learning to keep house, interested in the kitchen and that indefatigable little spark of optimism gets a little brighter. Maybe he will not be completely useless around the house. Maybe he will enjoy neatness for the sake of it. Maybe he will even enjoy it enough to make it happen himself. These days I am frequently overwhelmed by the clutter my family (including obviously our man B) generates, so the optimism is timely. Also, it reminded me of another adorable gesture by another little boy of mine from very long ago.