When my husband and I first talked about having kids, I didn't have a clear idea of whether I'd stay home to raise them. After we found out I was pregnant with my oldest son, we talked about how our work situations would change, and I decided I'd quit my job after taking maternity leave; I wasn't excited about where I worked at the time. (I took the job because I thought there would be freaks there. If you know me, and you're familiar with my work history, you'll know that "Will there be freaks?" is a valid question for me when I'm considering accepting new employment.
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Two weekends ago, I found myself and my two kids on the campus of the University of California, San Diego. My husband was attending a conference, and, aside from visiting friends in town for a small part of our trip, my kids and I had no agenda. We needed some fun stuff to do, and fast.
My oldest son is almost ready for a booster seat. Well, more accurately, he's been ready for a while (he gets jealous when he sees his friends in boosters): he's just not tall or heavy enough yet. The Car Seat Lady advises that kids who are at least 3-4 years old and at least 40 pounds can safely ride in a booster seat.
I like dessert. I like it so much, in fact, that I have a dessert philosophy. It is this: BALLS OUT. When it comes to dessert, I do not fuck around. I will eat half a bar of that gargantuan Trader Joe's Pound Plus milk chocolate in one sitting. I will eat a pint of ice cream, even when I am not depressed. I will eat a whole bag of Hershey's Hugs and only occasionally get a stomachache.
My younger son just turned six months old. Time for solid food! I thought I remembered the drill from when my oldest started eating solids, but it turned out my memory had gone the way of my waistline. I had a lot of questions: how many days should I spend introducing each new food? Can rice cereal be mixed with water, or should I avoid any water until my son's older? Oddly, it was hard to find all the answers on the Interwebs. I thought I'd be able to find a site that broke it all down for me, but instead the answers I sought were scattered in different places.
When my brothers and I were kids, my parents hung our Christmas stockings at the ends of our beds. I think they found it romantic; visions of sugar plums dancing in our heads and all that. My two oldest brothers were already too cool for stockings, so my youngest-older brother and I were the most psyched about our pre-Proper-Christmas-Present presents. We'd wake up in the morning to find all manner of goodies. Actually, we would wake up in the middle of the night.
He figured it out himself one day. "Mama?" he said, and I glanced up to see that look on his face, the one when he's thinking about something important: if human-sized bugs exist, for example, or how Michael Jackson died. He looked curious and serious and a little bit scared. "What's up?" I asked.
"Is Santa Claus real?"
I took a deep breath.
"What do you think?" I said, after a moment, even though I already knew.