Sunday, January 27, 2013

Electronic Post

Dear Zeke,
    Someday you will be older.  You will have a place of your own and things of your own.  You will enjoy order and organization in your surroundings; I know you and I know that's part of who you are.
    On that day, or one day soon after, I will come to visit.  I will wear muddy shoes when I come, and the first thing I will do is jump on your couch while wearing my muddy shoes.  When you protest, I will apologize, smile, remove my shoes, and continue jumping.
    I will drag chairs around your house and put them in places they do not go so I can reach all the tall shelves.  I will take all your things down from the tall shelves, from inside your closet, and from the drawers in your bedroom, and I will scatter your clothes, your toys, and your belongings, all around the first room of your house.  I may do this while you are in the bathroom, or perhaps when you decide to take a phone call.  That way, when you walk into your house, or attempt to leave your house, you will hopefully step on something you do not want stepped on.  If I am very lucky, it will break.
    Before I go, I will ask for a cup of milk.  I will insist that it be a very tall cup of milk and I will scream and whine until you pour the right amount for me.  Then I will take one sip and I will ask to put it in your fridge for later.  I will carefully slosh the milk as I walk to the fridge so that it spills a sticky white trail on your floor, then I will place it gently on the top shelf of your fridge and knock it over.
     I will give you a big hug and kiss, tell you I love you, and leave.  
    Your loving, Mom

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Worth it?

I do not like being pregnant.  
I keep telling myself that everything will be different come April 12, but that seems so very far away.  I'm already to that point where sleeping is uncomfortable.  The bed works until 2am, then the chair works until 5am and then to the couch until I hear the boys stir or I can't take it any longer.  

But I do love my boys.  (They are sleeping right now.)  They are cute and fun, and I love when I can make them laugh together.  We are still young and foolish so I can make them laugh by making faces and strange sounds or by pretending to be a dinosaur and crawling around grunting and pretending to eat shoes.  

So the next time I am angry that my body is not currently my own I will imagine Zeke, Ben and Mac'N'Cheese, brushing teeth together and laughing hysterically whenever Mom says "Spit!" and makes a spitting noise to demonstrate.