Thursday, October 25, 2012

Nephew Coming!


My middle bro and Mathilda are expecting a baby boy in January! I am thrilled for them and better get my passport because he's going to be born in Germany. I don't know how to explain this to someone who hasn't had a child bust out of their private parts and keep you awake for four years straight; it's certainly not something I plan to repeat, but, like mothers everywhere, I struggle with an addiction to babies. When I see one I don't even know, I want to hold it and smell it and squeeze it. Mathilda will understand soon, but for now, she's probably glad I'm safely on the other side of the planet from her . . . don't worry, baby nephew, I'm getting my passport soon! Get ready for lots of squeezing!



When I first heard the big news from my brother, I had a few questions . . .

how do you say aunt in german?
when is the baby due?
how is mathilda feeling?
how are you feeling?
start documenting now. EVERYTHING. maybe you need a blog!
when can i talk to mathilda???
bro, maybe twitter is more suited to you. maybe it's time to start twittering.
have we started talking names yet?
how does delivering babies even work over there?
wait, i just reread your orig email. you just took the [pregnancy] test. please disregard my previous emails. i'm gonna calm down.
update me.
 
 
 
Mathilda's from Germany originally but lived in the states since high school and has recently returned to Germany with my brother. As usual, Mathilda has been patient with me, answering my thoughtful questions . . .

you asked what the giving birth process is in germany. i am told that when the time comes, the woman go in the woods, where no one can hear their labor screams. there, they hold on to a tree trunk and start pressing. ;) i have no idea how different it is here. i've watched episodes of teen mom both on mtv and german tv and it looks pretty much the same. i think. i hope the doctor can tell me things i need to know. maybe a book too. a midwife? maybe a pregnant meet-up group?

Pregnant meet-up group. Oh, to be hip and pregnant.



Isn't Mathilda beautiful?





Good luck, guys!!!




And that's not even all the good news I have to share. More to come . . .

















 

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Celebration of 9!


There are numerous happy occasions this fall but no time for celebrating. So, like any mother with her finger on the pulse of 2012, I will celebrate with a nice, long blog post.



Actually, there was celebrating yesterday. After Daisy turned 9 on Thursday and I didn't get to see or talk to her because of our conflicting schedules, I took a day off to make up at Great America.



We had a shaky start. We were running late - I drove the six year olds and the ex drove the nines - and on the way, another driver obnoxiously rode my bumper; when I was finally able to get out of her lane, I yelled FUCK YOU! through the closed window, giving her the finger, until I spotted four round saucers in the rear view mirror. Violet was appalled, blushing, "Mom! What are you doing?" and after her best friend got over the shock, Wowo said sweetly, "My daddy almost said a bad word once." Uh oh.



When we arrived, the four girls were only interested in baby rides. The ex and I passed the kids back and forth like hot potatoes while Daisy and Violet, bubbling over with unrealistic expectations and overwhelm, had alternating meltdowns. I wondered why I thought it was a good idea to take the day off work to make my kids miserable.










Then, Violet decided she would go on the log ride because her older sister chickened out.






She liked it! Violet liked it! To be shown up by your little sister on your birthday is not happening and soon all the girls were addicted to the log ride, until we were all shivering in soaking wet shoes in the breezy October sun. I was so happy - finally, we're having some real fun around here.














Oh and fourth grade in our town is apparently when kids enter their Bob Marley phase. Dasiy is suddenly wearing reggae t-shirts and lecturing me about Bob. She turned to me at the park , "Why did they make Bob into a banana?" as if they should have asked her first. I started to say that I didn't think that was supposed to be him but why bother; I'm pretty sure she has lost the ability to hear me speaking about anything she thinks is cool. I'll check her on the other side, in another decade or so.






There is more to celebrate . . . to be continued . . .