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Mon, 13 Sep 2004
What a good idea. Shaw sent me Annie Dillard’s book ‘Operating Instructions’ about her son’s first year and in the acknowledgments she thanks the people who made her keep a journal of her son’s first year. Sounds like a plan.
Yesterday, I got together with the Thursday coffee klatch folks for a walk. We met at Jen’s (Manley) over on Mt. Vernon avenue across from the middle school and chatted for a bit and then went for a stroll.
Reality check of the day; school had just let out and we walked through a passel of middle school girls who asked to see our babies. They made the appropriate sounds (oh how cute, etc.), but as we walked away, one of the dominant girls started crowing about when she has HER baby, “that baby is gonna be Decked Out! Really dressed, all the time.” Jean (Benz, -she’s the one we teased about how she should have named her daughter ‘mercedes’) and I looked at each other and stopped because we had just been talking about whether or not there would be siblings for our guys (probably not) and how hard it is to be an older mother, balancing career etc. but we stopped cold at the girl’s conversation. I guess it’s no easier heading to be a teen parent.
Other moments, we stopped for ice cream near the river and Jen borrowed a bottle off of Lindsey, with one of those slider -burper things. While Clayton was eating she pushed on it; “is this how it works” only to look down and see milk foaming out of her baby’s mouth. Jean noticed rounching on her daughter’s sundress, joked about it enhancing clevage and kidded about having a hoochie baby, while Robert really got his charm on by smiling, laughing and cooing at Miss Lindsey. A good time was had by all and I started secretly wishing that David could get himself fired when I go back to work so he could hang out with Robert for 26 weeks or so courtesey of unemployment insurance.
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