Starting at age 15,
my birthday has gone…poorly. I mostly tried to ignore it. This got easier once I had a child. The focus inevitably shifts—as it should—to various kid milestones, kid holiday stuff, kid birthday parties. Also, your memory sucks when you’re sleep-deprived.
When Baby D was just a little more than 2, a friend called and said, “Hey, where do you want me to take you to lunch for your birthday?”
“My birthday? It’s not my—oh. Wow. I guess it is my birthday on Friday. I forgot about it.”
“You forgot your own birthday?! Isn’t that your husband’s job?”
Continue reading The Birthday Grinch (#304)
I have a lot of relatives with
Asperger’s and Adult Residual Asperger’s. Same for my Chinese-American husband. I was prepared for our child to be, at the very least, a little introverted.
Baby D was not.
Baby D craved human interaction. He never liked playing with toys by himself. He was fascinated by other children. Once he was mobile, he enjoyed swim classes with other kids, playdates, and even Childwatch at the local YMCA.
When I hovered while dropping him off at his first day of preschool, my three-year-old waved a dismissive hand and said, “You go now, Mommy.”
Continue reading The Ballad of No Baby Brother (#274)
My son got
a ton of hand-me-downs from his older girl cousins before he was even born. My Chinese-American husband’s frugality warred with his old-fashioned views on gender when those boxes first arrived.
“You’re not gonna dress him in pink, are you?” he asked.
“I dunno,” I said with a shrug. “We’ll see what fits in which season. Would you rather he wear pink or we save money?”
I let Andy wrestle with this dilemma for a while—because I am cruel like that—before telling him he wouldn’t have to choose.
Continue reading Pretty Binary (#267)
We had two three-year-old rescue dogs and two old rescue cats when Baby D was born. Even though the dogs
were well-trained (mostly), you never know how your pets are going to react to babies.
Well, in one case we knew. Beowoof (Woofie for short) loved everyone and everything. Especially kids and puppies. The greatest day of Woofie’s life was
the day he escaped and went to Science class at the local middle school. Half the kids were on their desks, shrieking, but, as usual, Woofie was convinced everyone loved him.
Woofie had been waiting for his own boy forever. He was gonna be thrilled…as soon as the kid was big enough to play.
I expected Bat Cat and Commando Cat to be utterly indifferent until Baby D was old enough to terrorize them.
Fey (orange) and Woofie (dark brown).
My biggest worry was Fey.
Continue reading When Baby Met Dogs (#261)
Baby D was born hungry. Maybe because he’d stretched his stomach
swallowing amniotic fluid. Maybe it’s that he was overdue and over nine pounds. Maybe it was just genetic, courtesy of parents who love food.
That kid could eat. I’d nurse Baby D for almost an hour in the hospital, and send him back to the nursery to get a little sleep. Within an hour, a nurse would bring him back, saying, “He’s hungry!”
Me, wailing: “But I just fed him!”
Continue reading Bottle Battles (#257)