introducing
quinn grace moynihan
sunday, january 27. 2013
6:01 p.m.
7 pounds and 7 ounces, 20.75 inches long
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
today
today, will woke up whimpering at quarter to seven, before it was fully light outside. i scooped him up from his crib and held him in my arms for a long time, until he asked to go to the couch. we changed his diaper first, and when daddy yawned, "hello, bug bite," from under the covers, will corrected him as usual: "i'm not bug bite, i'm will."
he rested in the crook of my arm as we drowsily watched an episode of thomas, the one where thomas chugs the giraffe all over sodor, and he ate his usual four squeezies. two peach, two mango. i kissed the back of his head over and over, and breathed in the smell of his freshly washed, bed head wild hair. bean woke up and came bounding into the room as she always does, and hopped up beside her brother on the couch, snuggling into a small corner of a blue boppy. will lifted his arm and rested it on his dog, gently petting her back, without lifting his eyes from the show.
as the morning wore on, we bid daddy good bye, and constructed a train track, not an overly complicated one today, and we ate some peanut butter toast. thomas pulled annie and clarabel, and i was put in charge of ferdinand and the party caboose. we crossed the shake shake bridge, flew threw tunnel mountain, and carefully chugged over the small hill of the ding dong dinger. eventually, pjs were shed for daytime clothes, and teeth were brushed, and vitamins were swallowed. we had decided last night to spend the morning at pickles playroom, one of our favorite play cafes.
we were the first customers to arrive, and the owner was still vacuuming the play floor. will clung to me tightly as we watched him work. as the threat of the vacuum disappeared, will took command of the train table, where i was assigned a small black steam engine. we put some groceries in a fridge, and climbed a rock wall, and sent a school bus barreling down a slide. he spun in a purple tea cup, and took his turn with the lawn mower. we said hello to old friends and made some new ones. we hugged. a lot.
because today is a special day, we had a lunch date after our play time at pickles ("not pickles! pickles playroom!"). will ate almost all of his pizza, and covered himself in even more sauce than usual. as he was finishing his meal, he noticed a daddy feeding a baby girl a bottle nearby. "it's kin!" he shouted excitedly, and i reminded him that, no, quinn was still in mommy's tummy, but yes, she'll be here soon.
we drove home through the snow, and will wanted me to carry him inside because he was worried about slipping. he ate dried strawberries as we read our books, some older ones that we hadn't looked at in a while - trains go, my friends - and some new ones we got at the library. he requested the ba-neanies song at naptime, and puff the magic dragon ("not puff, mommy! puff the magic dragon!"). i placed him in his crib, and stroked his cheek, and said, "sweet dreams, angel boy," like i always do.
this afternoon, maybe we'll go to the grocery store, and he'll eat a piece of cheese at the deli, and say hi to his friends at check-out, and ask politely for a thank you sticker. we'll ride the elevator just because. maybe we'll ride it twice.
and then daddy will come home, and our time as two will be over, and dinner will swirl by, along with pjs and books and songs, and today will end. today will have been just another day in a string of many days that looked just like this. days that will won't remember but i'll never forget.
and yet, he'll never remember a day without his sister, and maybe that reality is even more beautiful than the one i'm clinging to today.
i'm scheduled to be induced monday morning. there is room in this kingdom for a prince and a princess. a new day will dawn. one day, and then another, and then another, and they'll somehow find their shape, and each of us will find our place.
her name is quinn, and she's almost here. and will can't wait.
neither can i.
he rested in the crook of my arm as we drowsily watched an episode of thomas, the one where thomas chugs the giraffe all over sodor, and he ate his usual four squeezies. two peach, two mango. i kissed the back of his head over and over, and breathed in the smell of his freshly washed, bed head wild hair. bean woke up and came bounding into the room as she always does, and hopped up beside her brother on the couch, snuggling into a small corner of a blue boppy. will lifted his arm and rested it on his dog, gently petting her back, without lifting his eyes from the show.
as the morning wore on, we bid daddy good bye, and constructed a train track, not an overly complicated one today, and we ate some peanut butter toast. thomas pulled annie and clarabel, and i was put in charge of ferdinand and the party caboose. we crossed the shake shake bridge, flew threw tunnel mountain, and carefully chugged over the small hill of the ding dong dinger. eventually, pjs were shed for daytime clothes, and teeth were brushed, and vitamins were swallowed. we had decided last night to spend the morning at pickles playroom, one of our favorite play cafes.
we were the first customers to arrive, and the owner was still vacuuming the play floor. will clung to me tightly as we watched him work. as the threat of the vacuum disappeared, will took command of the train table, where i was assigned a small black steam engine. we put some groceries in a fridge, and climbed a rock wall, and sent a school bus barreling down a slide. he spun in a purple tea cup, and took his turn with the lawn mower. we said hello to old friends and made some new ones. we hugged. a lot.
because today is a special day, we had a lunch date after our play time at pickles ("not pickles! pickles playroom!"). will ate almost all of his pizza, and covered himself in even more sauce than usual. as he was finishing his meal, he noticed a daddy feeding a baby girl a bottle nearby. "it's kin!" he shouted excitedly, and i reminded him that, no, quinn was still in mommy's tummy, but yes, she'll be here soon.
we drove home through the snow, and will wanted me to carry him inside because he was worried about slipping. he ate dried strawberries as we read our books, some older ones that we hadn't looked at in a while - trains go, my friends - and some new ones we got at the library. he requested the ba-neanies song at naptime, and puff the magic dragon ("not puff, mommy! puff the magic dragon!"). i placed him in his crib, and stroked his cheek, and said, "sweet dreams, angel boy," like i always do.
this afternoon, maybe we'll go to the grocery store, and he'll eat a piece of cheese at the deli, and say hi to his friends at check-out, and ask politely for a thank you sticker. we'll ride the elevator just because. maybe we'll ride it twice.
and then daddy will come home, and our time as two will be over, and dinner will swirl by, along with pjs and books and songs, and today will end. today will have been just another day in a string of many days that looked just like this. days that will won't remember but i'll never forget.
and yet, he'll never remember a day without his sister, and maybe that reality is even more beautiful than the one i'm clinging to today.
i'm scheduled to be induced monday morning. there is room in this kingdom for a prince and a princess. a new day will dawn. one day, and then another, and then another, and they'll somehow find their shape, and each of us will find our place.
her name is quinn, and she's almost here. and will can't wait.
neither can i.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
yake yawn yodge
for a few days between christmas and new years, our little family of three took a short trip to lake lawn lodge, a sprawling resort near lake geneva, wisconsin. i have very fond memories of staying their as a child, and i was hoping to watch will create some of his own, twenty-five or so years later. i imagined him splashing joyfully in the pool and trudging over snow-covered hills with a little sled. instead, he was fixated on popping coins into the vending machine, pushing the elevator buttons, and eating as much chocolate ice cream as possible.
which was even better.
yake yawn yodge, you've got a new generation of devotees.
we'll be back.
nice work, santa.
in the wee hours of christmas morning, before the sun began to rise,
i tiptoed into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and noticed that santa had already arrived.
here's what i saw.
this will likely be santa's last trip to our little lincoln square condo,
a happy and sad reality, and one that i never want to forget.
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