Nappy brain

 

Sometimes (often) Julian just cracks me up. Like when I sing opera to him with my arms gesticulating wildly in the air, and he copies me, hand gestures and all. Like when he makes coy eyes at everyone from the supermarket check-out girl to the old lady on the street. Like how he needs to say the words he knows in a loud, booming voice, just in case someone in three suburbs over hasn't heard him. (We walked into an optometrist's the other day, and it was "GLASSES" followed by "FLOWER" (the wallpaper) and other assorted words.

Nappy-brain, I fear, is something I now have to live with. Case in point: on Friday, I clear forgot we had music class. Didn't remember it until the wee hours of Saturday night, when I suddenly bolted upright in bed and said, "David, did I go to music class yesterday?" (Not only had I forgotten the class, but my mind couldn't even tell me if I'd attended it in the past 36 hours.) And, a couple of days before, I put the pram in the boot of my car, put Julian in his car seat, and then drove off with my mobile phone on the roof of the car. Three hundred lost phone numbers later, I have learned my lesson. 

Vacuum to you too!

 

I'm pathetic. I was totally not supposed to blog anymore, but then this little story happened. You see, we have a Polish housecleaner, and she's been teaching Julian some words. One of them is vacuum. Only she pronounces it "vuck-yoom." And his rendition of her pronounciation is even further removed - in fact, it sounds exactly like an expletive: "f--- you." And he's taken to repeating this over and over again, and loudly. Because he is not quiet at the best of times. In the car, he will say "Vacuum, vacuum, vacuum!" and I have to roll up the windows, lest the driver next to be thinks I have road rage.

I don't know whether that was worth barging into my own blog for, but I couldn't resist. 

  

Adieu

For those of you still following my blog, you'll notice that my entries of late have been less and less frequent. It's not that there isn't plenty to write about, but life with baby has taken a not-so-subtle shift. Firstly, newborns sleep a lot, allowing bloggers to blog. Not so with a nearly 17 month old kid, who tears (crawls) around the house and speaks a mile a minute. It's hard to keep up, let alone blog about it.

And, life is more layered now. Julian is still our focus, but life - in the messy, complicated way it performs - has interrupted our baby universe, bringing with it a new array of challenges and distractions. I no longer can afford to dwell on the minutae of parenthood; I'm too busy with stuff.

I was reluctant to end this blog because I've enjoyed it so much, and because I always felt there would be something more to capture. That's true. There will be a ton more to capture, but I'm not sure I want to do it on a blog. And, there's enough material here so Julian will know how I felt about his first year and a bit on earth - there's nothing more I could write that could describe better how I feel about him. Hopefully, it's all down here, in black and white, since September 2004. Kid, I love you. By the time he's old enough to read it, he hopefully won't need my blog to know this.

Adieu, good people.