One Act

Please remember that a blog is a journal of sorts.  You may have a tendency to draw conclusions about us based on the lack of depth in our conversation(s) listed below, or by how many (or how few) onesies, shirts, sweatshirts, fleeces, hats, socks, “mucklucks”, etc that we may decide to place on our child.  This is simply meant to be a reflection on the stresses of transporting a fairly large, active seven-month-old (yes, for real…seven months already) in a geographic location north of Washington D.C. (maybe Virginia during some real cold winters).  We ask that you draw not, the conclusion your mind may like to two minutes from now (this may fluctuate based on the speed at which you read or how many interruptions you have in the office).  We ask that you simply use the previous 28+ years we have spent navigating our way to January 26, 2009 (more like October, 2008….on that day when it started to get cold), to pass judgment on two young parents…in love, raising a child, and trying the best we can (I swear!).

Brain:

“Layers, layers, layers…did I put the clothes in the drier?....going to store.  focus!  Yes, I did put them in…good, one less thing…Long sleeve onesie, sweatshirt, fleece, bundleme.  Will that be enough? Will he be warm enough?  Yeah, should be.  No, gut is telling me something else.  Maybe a long sleeve shirt on top of onesie.”

Conversation: 

“what do you think, ___________________ (insert Kev or Tash)”

 “I don’t know, what do you think?

 “I think you should do what you think is best.”

“Well, I don’t know. …Let me check what it feels like outside.”

 

Leave Left…..Reenter 20 seconds later

 

“It’s cold out there. Let’s put a long sleeve shirt over the onesie. Is that too much?  He gets hot really easily. Will he be okay?”

“I think he will be fine.  I haven’t been outside yet..if it’s cold, then put the extra shirt on.”

 “ Alright, I will….We are going to be late again!”

            Please take into account, this a variation of any of a number of conversations that could take place.  These cannot be considered direct quotations, but simply generalizations taken from the “average” of approximately 150 conversations.

     As outlined above , the winter, “getting Levi to go outside” routine can cause some indecision/confusion.  However, it is my/our hypothesis that it might cause some discomfort for Levi as well.  As hard as we may try, when multiple long sleeve shirts are involved, Levi always seems to end up with lumpy arms.  These lumps are not caused by some “Dr. Clump” potion, but more directly by the long sleeve shirt closest to Levi’s skin.  Tasha and my index finger try as they may to reach inside the sleeve of one shirt and pull down the other, but it does not lay smooth the way we would hope.  Poor Levi, he sits, lacking the ability (although he is brilliant…brilliant , I tell you!) to artfully adjust his own clothing to his comfort level. Thus will come the conversation 12 years from now…”Mom and Dad, you dressed me in that?! ”   But, for now, we do what we can and we reach those portions of sleeves that our fingers come into contact with, we kiss Levi on the forehead, and say “Sorry, Bubba Lou, we are only going in the car for 10 minutes. We will be there soon, I promise. ”

Looking at each other: 

“At least he’ll be warm.”

 

We only do it cause we care, Bubba.   

 

 

Food, Glorious Food

Levi's verdict on the following delicacies:

banana: yum, give me more! (mom, why are you gagging over there?)

applesauce: what the &(@Q^&()%!!!..why mom why?....this stuff is TAART and I hate it...take it away.

peaches: umm, i guess I can eat this, but hand me that spoon will you...i got this

pears: not. so. much.

cheerios: oh wow, crunchy and delicious. let me just suck on this a little, until I can mash it all over my highchair.

carrots: oh my god...what have you been waiting for...best thing ever (smacks lips), tastes so good on my lips...and smells delicious in my nose, and looks so good in my hair.

orange is so my color.