Yes, I have many wrinkles to iron out. But, hooray for me, this is not a 0-60 morning. The kids are both still in dreamland, and I’m on my second cup of coffee.
Congratulations to my cousin Natalie and her husband Mike on the birth of their baby girl, Charlie, yesterday in Ft. Collins. (love the name.) It brings me back to July of four years ago, when Linus was born, and I’m reminded how difficult those first days and weeks are with a new baby, especially the first one. In my mind, I find that I divide my life into two parts, the one before I had kids, and the one after. And I must say, even though taking care of two high-spirited kids is the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced (besides of course actually having them) I think I am enjoying the latter division the most. Even on the days that I think, “Why did I ever procreate?” I still would never trade freedom and autonomy for 24/7 kid care. All my mother friends agree. If Linus wasn’t here, I would have never heard him say to me (and imagine a fierce look and a finger wagging accompanying this comment) “Because I’m the Linus!” This had to be b/c David threw out the age-old, “Because I’m the Dad!” the other night. Wonderful.
In relation to these thoughts, I read an interesting article this morning about Rebecca Walker, daughter of famous American feminist Alice Walker (author of The Color Purple ). She has written a book about how the birth of her son completely changed her own feminist viewpoints, in that she no longer thinks of motherhood and children as millstones around the neck. It’s a good read:
http://www.lifesitenews.com/ldn/2008/jul/08073010.html Motherhood is “the Most Rewarding Experience of My Life” says Feminist Icon’s Daughter
And now the house is waking up, and so I begin another day of motherhood, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I must admit, my husband is a good-looking guy. But don’t all wives admit that they’re attracted to their husbands? Or at least pretend to be when asked? People have said that David resembles two people, namely Brett Favre and Tom Brady. (Apparently, David only looks like NFL quarterbacks.) So upon hearing this, I of course googled both of them to see if there is, in fact, a likeness. And do you know, I think there just might be something to it. Look here:
David doing his best Brady
Not bad. Not bad at all. You know, it’s such a coincidence, but people have actually said that I, Lindy, look just like Gisele Bundchen (Tom Brady’s supermodel girlfriend.) Check this out:
The resemblence is uncanny, isn’t it? David’s uncle Merle categorizes all couples as either overachievers or underachievers. In other words, if a woman is way better looking than the man she’s with, she’s an underachiever, and vice-versa. I guess David is an underachiever, then, based on his hot celebrity likenesses. (But this argument warrants more debate, in my opinion.)
We have a strange schedule around here, the Borers. Most mornings I am able to be up for a good hour before the kids. This time period is crucial to my mental stability, as it allows me to absorb my two strong cups of coffee in peace and tranquility. I am then able to face the day on a good foundation of caffeine. I sit, alone, with no one yelling, “Mommy!” with no one crawling on me, or touching me, or asking me to get them food or drink. I am, for one small time period, autonomous again.
Then there are the mornings where I oversleep and the entire household wakes up all at once. I call these the 0-60 mornings, and they are usually classified by making coffee one-handed, while stepping over the drawer contents someone has recently unloaded just for the fun of it, and yelling at Linus to close the bathroom door while he uses it, so that Eliza will not decide to unload another entire load of toilet paper onto the bathroom floor. This accompanied by the “What’s for breakfast?” from David. I also call these Pop-Tart mornings.
What has this morning been? Most definitely a 0-60 morning. If I can only squeeze out a good nap…where both kids sleep! This is the pinnacle of naptime: The Simultaneous Nap. It is almost as rare as the Early Effortless Bedtime, and it is always sought after and most of the time unexpected. I never once thought that the quality of my day would depend so much on a small, three letter word.
I decided to start a blog to appease my mother’s near constant request to “write that down!” I cannot promise the contents found here will necessarily be of real interest to anyone (except maybe said mother), but the beauty of a blog is that I will be able to freely and fully express every thought that flows through my head, and no one has to read it unless they desire to. I’m aware, too, that my husband will find out about all this and practically point out that I’m wasting a lot of time on the computer. Yes, true, but alas, I press forward. One thing I’ve already learned: I am quite technologically inept. I most certainly need to iron out some wrinkles here, so forgive the lack of suavity.