As promised...
See? That was quick, right?
I have new blog fodder in the form of an announcement from my former college professor/mentor, the man who got me interested in applied child development. The big news: he and his wife had baby #3 on Friday.
I'm happy for them and all, but it's hard to see through the green mist. Why are they so fertile? Why am I so envious?
Blah.
I have new blog fodder in the form of an announcement from my former college professor/mentor, the man who got me interested in applied child development. The big news: he and his wife had baby #3 on Friday.
I'm happy for them and all, but it's hard to see through the green mist. Why are they so fertile? Why am I so envious?
Blah.
posted by Clementine at 2:16 PM
9 Comments:
(Waving). Hi! I think I see someone that looks just like me! It's green, it's a little monster...(Uh-huh. I hear you).
You guys, along with M., make my chest hurt with all your angst over your future adopted ones. I hope you all get your babes as soon as possible! You will be such great mamas!
Plus, I hope I am allowed to Lennie Hester Willa as long as I don't traumatize her/him any more than I traumatize Reuben. Maybe a little less.
Oh ladies, this waiting is terrible! It makes me wild-eyed and crazy. Some days I'm all patient and other days it's one big pity party. Blah. M., is the real waiting any better than the pre-waiting wait? Please tell me yes.
And Jane, OF COURSE you're going to be able to Lennie Hester Willa! You're her/his closest auntie, so you're morally obligated to Lennie the poor kid at all times and in all fashions. Will Smith will be played and forced dancing will commence, yes? As long as you don't forget about Hester's big brother, you'll be all set. I don't want Reuben to get jealous.
Hah! With all my experience with "real" waiting (let's see, I think we're all the way up to day 7), I would say: right now it feels more productive, like any moment the phone could ring. I'm not tearing my hair out... yet. But ask me again tomorrow.
Ooh M., that sounds dangerous to me. But productive, as you said, and you know how I like to feel productive. I'm thrilled for you and I. that you've moved ahead into the waiting pool; I hope you'll keep me (and the rest of your readership) in the loop! Pet and I are hoping to follow in your footsteps by the end of the summer.
OK, yes, Will Smith will be played and forced dancing will absolutely commence. I promise to stop if Hester Willa cries. But I predict it will be a big hit.
Crying--bah! Crying's for babies. Hester just wants to sing along, that's all. S/he wants to get jiggy with it!
JPP, that reminds me of one of my favorite stories about your special mom (YSM) from the day she met my cousin Quinn; Quinn was 18 months old at the time and all about the stranger anxiety. Everyone else in our family was all, "Hey Quinn!" then ignored her, figuring she'd get comfortable with us at her own pace. Not YSM, though! She kept saying, "C'mere, Quinn! C'mere! Come see me!" and grabbing at Q.'s hands. After a bit, Quinn was playing with some toys on the floor right in front of YSM. YSM seized the opportunity by grabbing Quinn from behind and hauling her onto YSM's lap. Quinn, predictably, started howling, and YSM was offended that Quinn didn't like her. She was all, "She's not too friendly, is she?"
Oh my God, that's totally so my special mom. That's classic. Is she still mad at Quinn for this? ;)
I don't know. Probably, though. Also, I need to email you about my Aunt Donna. Here's all I'm saying in this venue: Think good thoughts for her. She could use a comforter of love, if you know what I'm saying.
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