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Week in Bonzo
May. 10th, 2009 10:08 pmI have an ambivalent relationship with Mother's Day, more so now that I am a mom. I think my challenge is that we spend the day trying to fit one of our primary relationships into the stock role of "Mom", assuming all moms think and act the same way. Is this day about the job of being a mom, the way we have a veterans' day and a presidents' day and a day to honor firefighters? Or is the day about our personal relationship with our own mothers (and I love how the day is known as "Mother's Day", as in one mother, singular, and no room for a second)? If it's the latter, I really feel strongly that Hallmark/Macy's/Tiffanys/FTD should butt out. And that we should quit with the schmaltzy public speeches, chocolate, and flowers, and go home and actually have a heart-to-heart talk with our mother figure(s).
If it's about the job title, however, bring on the bubble baths, glasses of wine, clean kitchens, and passes to the children's museum. I'm cool with that.
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Anyway, I spent part of Mother's Day by bumming around outside with my kid. We scored a random balloon, untethered and floating down an alley, and played with a ball, with a bunch of flowers, and with some sidewalks. (Did you know my baby can walk with one foot in front of another on the curb? Neither did I.) Last week, he picked a dandelion and spent a long time at church trying to show it to everyone he knew by shoving it in their faces. This week, he's all about the dandelion seeds; he wants to blow them away. He will stop whatever he's doing when he spots one, will run over to try and pick it, and spit/blow on it furiously. This afternoon, he tried to pick one (he's just not good at grabbing the stem) and pulled all the fluff off of it, accidentally; he kept trying to stick the fluff back on so he could pick the "clock" whole and couldn't figure out why it wouldn't go back together.
My big present today (besides a cool book from Craig) was that Bonzo decided that we should be kissing more, so in the middle of whatever else he was doing he would walk over and give me a big smooch. It's been a hard week for both of us, with the weaning and the being apart, but Bekah was right: he is pretty snuggly right now. It's a good age, or a good result of the wean. He will snake his hand up the sleeve of my shirt and rest it on my skin, and I love that. I've been nibbling on his neck in return. (He says, "No biting, Mommy.")
In a short number of years, this will be looked upon askance for a mother and a son, but right now I'm just enjoying it to death.
This week's book: Firefighters to the Rescue. This week's food: bananas (again) and NOT sweet potatoes, thankyouverymuch. This week's shoes: Rock and Roll socks. We got new sippy cups, which was a BIG mistake, because now he insists there's a difference between the "blue water" and the "green water" and the "orange water" and wants one of each to hold. He is all about stating negatives: "NOT yours." "Don't do that ANY MORE." "I had it FIRST." Yes, my toddler.
Happy Mothers' Day, all of you; have a good week.
If it's about the job title, however, bring on the bubble baths, glasses of wine, clean kitchens, and passes to the children's museum. I'm cool with that.
***
Anyway, I spent part of Mother's Day by bumming around outside with my kid. We scored a random balloon, untethered and floating down an alley, and played with a ball, with a bunch of flowers, and with some sidewalks. (Did you know my baby can walk with one foot in front of another on the curb? Neither did I.) Last week, he picked a dandelion and spent a long time at church trying to show it to everyone he knew by shoving it in their faces. This week, he's all about the dandelion seeds; he wants to blow them away. He will stop whatever he's doing when he spots one, will run over to try and pick it, and spit/blow on it furiously. This afternoon, he tried to pick one (he's just not good at grabbing the stem) and pulled all the fluff off of it, accidentally; he kept trying to stick the fluff back on so he could pick the "clock" whole and couldn't figure out why it wouldn't go back together.
My big present today (besides a cool book from Craig) was that Bonzo decided that we should be kissing more, so in the middle of whatever else he was doing he would walk over and give me a big smooch. It's been a hard week for both of us, with the weaning and the being apart, but Bekah was right: he is pretty snuggly right now. It's a good age, or a good result of the wean. He will snake his hand up the sleeve of my shirt and rest it on my skin, and I love that. I've been nibbling on his neck in return. (He says, "No biting, Mommy.")
In a short number of years, this will be looked upon askance for a mother and a son, but right now I'm just enjoying it to death.
This week's book: Firefighters to the Rescue. This week's food: bananas (again) and NOT sweet potatoes, thankyouverymuch. This week's shoes: Rock and Roll socks. We got new sippy cups, which was a BIG mistake, because now he insists there's a difference between the "blue water" and the "green water" and the "orange water" and wants one of each to hold. He is all about stating negatives: "NOT yours." "Don't do that ANY MORE." "I had it FIRST." Yes, my toddler.
Happy Mothers' Day, all of you; have a good week.
