Up to N.G., I’m sure

One or two of you may wish to know what Baba is doing with the kids all day long these long days. Well I’ll tell you. For starters, Baba is forgetting, from time to time, to pack the backstock clothing when she goes out with them, and when one of them, let’s say the little guy, pees through their diaper (since I can’t underscore enough how it is that they are BOTH in diapers right now), Baba and the pee-er-through-the-diapers are both up pee creek without a paddle.

Then I got this bright idea about how to dry the wet garment whilst we were out driving: pinch ’em up into the top of the the lil’ peanut’s window and get a twofer! Shade him (kinda), plus dry off his solitary pair of pants. It provided the lil’ monkey boundless thrills as I insisted she keep me updated as to when and to what degree the pants were flapping in the breeze.

Flappity flap flap.

If there is an ordinance against this, or if I committed some moving violation, thank the goddess no one in authority espied us and put a stop to our hi-jinx. Because people it worked GREAT! I see only one downside to this scheme, which is that when we are in buggy (which is more often than in vehicle), I will have to run really fast for quite a while to get the same effect.

Another thing we’ve been doing is having field trips daily. This is largely to make up for my sense, when I’ve worked half the day and cared for them half the day, that we never had enough time to hunker down and really sink our teeth into a full adventure. Also, some of my mates told me that Getting Out of the House would be of paramount importance to all of our sanities. Or, failing that, to mine. And since I’m the one operating heavy machinery, my sanity (or lack thereof) counts double.

I’ve taken this advice to heart, and so far, a week-and-a-half into Babarama, we’ve been to the zoo, to a coulpla city parks we hadn’t been to before, and to a kiddie supply store for copious free reading in their book section before we actually purchased a little toilet seat jobbie (ha! she SAYS she’s going to use it! that’s what they all say!). Needless to say we also went to Little Farm, the fantastic, well, little farm in nearby Tilden Park. The pigs, by the way, are still mysteriously “on vacation.” Yeah, mmm hmm. Rhymes with “fakin’.”

And of course no spree of mini-adventures would be complete without a trip to the Merry-Go-Round (also located in adventure-rich Tilden Park). Though I have to refer to it as the “Mary Go Around,” since that’s what the lil’ monkey calls it.

While there at the Mary Go Around, we loitered at length in the grassy picnic area surrounding it. I got to chat with a nice couple, the gal half of which nursed her three month old while I plugged the lil’ peanut with his midafternoon snack bottle. Nearby the lil’ monkey played with their other two girlies.

I had that interesting interlude when they were talking with me and kinda figuring I must have birthed the kids? Kinda? Only this is Berkeley and I do have that odd feel about me? I made reference to “my partner” at one point, and how she birthed the two kids. Also how the donor chum is a dear friend, partners with one of my oldest and dearest friends and so on. How expanded our families are, in the best of ways, how much more love and cousiness our kids all have, all this. The gal remarked on the get-up with a sweet mixture of surprise and warmth. Honestly, I forget the novelty of this from time to time. And every time I am so dang happy to be the bearer of good news.

She shared about their family, which was atypical in a different way. Her husband is Polynesian, and she said that even though as a Latina she was accustomed to big families, she had to brace herself for how all his siblings started off producing five kids and only then started counting. Said how one time she paused and looked around and realized that there were fifteen kids running around their apartment at the same time. Yow! I will hark back to this whenever the cousins with whom we share a yard playfully explore the edges of the sound barrier, which they are wont to do from time to time. It could be so much noisier! It could be times seven!

Visits to Mama on her lunch break at the theater are de rigeur, needless to say. So that’s a daily treat. She’s directing a youth production of Cabaret, and both our kiddles are already intoxicated by the smell of greasepaint and mesmerized by the glare of the footlights. So long as the Kit Kat girls aren’t engaged in any NC-17 dance numbers, we’ve got gobs of entertainment value right there. Which means that we mostly confine our visits to the lunch hour. Because the one time our little girlie glimpsed the Kit Kat girls’ “Mein Herr” routine, for the rest of the day she kept draping her self backwards over chairs and kicking her one leg up in the air in a provocative fashion, saying “I’m dancing like the Kit Kat girls,” in case it wasn’t obvious to the casual observer. She’d also add, through a wince, “But it’s not quite working.” To which all I can say is Thank heavens.

Still, even when no one’s draping themselves on café chairs, the lil’ monkey is entranced. Note, for example, in the image above, where she is working really hard not to levitate with euphoria as no less than a half a dozen impossibly cool (and uncommonly kind) high school kids surround her and engage her in conversation. This production can’t be over any sooner, though, wonderful as these young people are. The other morning our little girlie drew a picture, and when I said “Shall we bring this to Mama at lunch?” she said, “No. I want to give it to [name of impossibly cool and uncommonly kind H.S. girl with magenta hair].” When we got to the theater and presented the gift to its proper recipient, Mama took the blow quite gracefully. I myself, having never occupied quite so lofty a pedestal as Mama, don’t know what it feels like to be knocked off of it by a sixteen year old gal. But I could offer the beloved a great deal of sympathy, and the honest assurance that these things wax and wane, and there’ll be a day — some day soon — when her daughter will go back to drawing abstract images of fairies for Mama again.

Finally, while I still have a veritable cornucopia of fun adventures yet to be pulled out of my sleeve, or hat, or whatever, I am not above turning right around and repeating anything that looks to have been a success. So yesterday we were back at the Mary Go Around, simply because the lil’ monkey weathered a skinned knee like a champ and I asked her what kind of fun she wanted to get up to. (If she weren’t planning to become a face painter when she grows up, or a Kit Kat girl, I’d think: for sure, EMT. She shakes off the injury in the blink of an eye, and then is transfixed by the application of first aid, which of course she takes a very active hand in. It’s not just a lingering P.T.S.D. that has inspired me to keep first aid kits in every conveyance and kiddle care bag.)

So we were back for more carousel fun for the second time in a week, and wouldn’t you know it, the thrills were as just as plentiful as they were a few days before. As we swirled around in a Spirograph of color to a serenade of drippy organ music, I hugged tight onto these little kiddles, stealing peeks at the wonder in their faces. Thinking what scores of parents have thought before me: I know right now they will tire of this long before I do. If ever I do.

10 Responses to Up to N.G., I’m sure

  1. Vikki June 28, 2007 at #

    I’m tired just reading about all of your adventures. Do you at least get some respite at naptime? Does the lil’ monkey still nap? Nap time is so glorious and remember mourning the loss of it when Miguel gave it up shortly after turning 2. Those were some dark days…

  2. LesbianDad June 28, 2007 at #

    Oh ho ho, oh ho ho ho ho. Oh naptime. So! Guess how old our monkey was when she gave the daytime respite a heave-ho! No, guess! Wrong! Earlier than that! Wrong! Even earlier! SHE STOPPED NAPPING BEFORE SHE TURNED TWO AND SHE HAS NEVER TURNED BACK.

    Oh, we tried, lord knows we tried. Many, many things. I mean, we’ve had swimming success with the evening going to bed routine. But nope. Everything devolved to her rattling the rails of the crib like an inmate at Attica, and it finally became untenable to burn up gallons upon gallons of fossil fuels to try to get her to drift off to sleep in the car. Stroller no go.

    The other day we were out and I overheard someone saying something to the effect of, “Well, we gotta go home now, it’s time for your nap!” And I nearly cried.

    Upside: fun fun fun all day long!

  3. giddings June 28, 2007 at #

    I feel similarly unprepared-for-all-possible-(potty)events when we’re out-and-about (pron: oot-and-aboot in these parts). Recently, at a neighbor-kid’s birthday party at the park, I found myself with Big, without a swim diaper and without a t-shirt though near a wading pool and in a sunny 95 degree day. That was all fine and dandy until he went No. 2. Everywhere. Okay so no wipes, but yes, oh yes, a spare diaper.

    So now, he’s running around under the heat of the sun in diaper No. 2, wanting ever-so-badly to slide down the scorching steel slide that has been baking for hours.

    I need back-up bags for my back-up bags when we’re out.

  4. Vikki June 28, 2007 at #

    I remember it well, my friend. Zeca is still napping though we may encourage her to drop it soon because she seems to want to while away the evening hours chatting on those days when she has had a good nap. There is no doubt that parents need the naps more than the children.

  5. ShirleyMalmborg June 28, 2007 at #

    Here we come, walkin’ down the street.
    We get the funniest looks from everyone we meet.
    Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees and people say we monkey around.
    But we’re too busy singing to put anybody down.

    We go wherever we want to, do what we like to do.
    We don’t have time to get restless, there’s always something new.
    Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees and people say we monkey around.
    But we’re too busy singing to put anybody down.

    We’re just tryin’ to be friendly, come and watch us sing and play.
    We’re the young generation, and we’ve got something to say.

  6. ullalauridsen June 29, 2007 at #

    Oh, dear, how soon one forgets! I’d forgotten all about peeing through the diapers. Take comfort, though, soon you will enjoy the excitement of “I need to go to the bathroom” with no bathroom in sight. You just might long for the diapered days.
    I’m sorry for coming across like an old grouch the other day. I certainly never took any advice from anybody on how to raise MY kids. But I meant well.

  7. Vikki June 29, 2007 at #

    We are in the midst of potty training our youngest and I am probably going to ruin everything by saying this but I think we are through the worst. Accidents are pretty rare at this point but can still happen so I have to carry the extra clothes and a plastic bag wherever I go. I can’t wait until I don’t have to carry anything but my wallet and a snack.

  8. virgotex July 1, 2007 at #

    It’s been true since time began:

    Those girls with the magenta hair will get you every time…

    >sigh

  9. Isobel July 6, 2007 at #

    Every time I read your adventures I think “wow, this is what you can do without a nap!” So yes, I think there is an upside. If nothing else, you don’t have to structure your day around wondering and worrying whether the nap will occur or not. You don’t have to basically block off 4 hours in order to possibly achieve a 1.5 to 2 hour nap. And you don’t have to tear your hair out when you planned 5 work phone calls plus dishes plus showering plus your own nap and you don’t get to do any of it.

    But yes, but yes, there is also a downside in the form of NO BREAK.

    It’ll be interesting to see how long before you feel the need to stay at home to protect the lil Peanut’s nap.

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