I don't know why we started calling our firstborn "the dink."
Our "dual-income, no kids" days are certainly long gone...
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Well, I finally broke down and got Keane a real little-boy haircut. And after seeing how absurdly cute he is now that the shape of his head is evident...I don't know why I waited so long. Of course, the snipping of the locks is a reminder of the fact that he is blowing through toddlerhood, trying his darnedest to catch up to his big brother in just about every respect except for still wanting to be cuddled and snuggled like a baby...but that's so evident in other ways that I've come to terms with the fact that the hair is not what I'm trying to hold onto. The thing about the haircut that I didn't antipicate was that he would come out of it looking not only six months older but 95% identical-looking to the dink at that age. It's unreal. Of course I love how they look-- their little faces have the most pleasing features to my senses that sometimes it's hard to look away--but sometimes I just think come on, can't J and I produce any other combination of traits?! When you're pregnant, and you try to envision what your future child will look like, it seems the possibilities are endless. And then the child is born, or in my case born twice, and suddenly all the mystery disappears...and you realize there was no mystery at all in the first place. The possibilities are not endless. Clearly, this is what children produced by the two of us will look like. A little of me, a little of you, blond hair, light eyes, fair skin...don't know why we'd ever imagine it any other way! Here's the comparison:
Declan around 19 months
Keane at 19 months, post-haircut
One indication of K trying to grow up too fast (for me) is that he's become obsessed with babies, and recognizes them as something separate from himself. He loves reading his books about babies, pointing out babies in public, and when you sing Rock-a-Bye Baby, he pulls his little hands to his chest and sways back and forth like he's rocking his own baby. So finally, after he twice tried to steal a little girl's baby doll at church (and screamed MINE! while pointing to it obnoxiously), I realized it was time for him to have his very own. It took a little effort to find one that wasn't dripping with pink frills, but I finally did--a little soft-bodied/hard-headed blue and orange thing with a hat. I showed it to Keane in the backseat of the car when we got home one day. I said, "Look, Keane, it's your baby doll!" He immediately kicked his legs and reached out for it, almost panting. Then I freed him from his carseat and stood him in the driveway, holding his very own baby at last. And then I stood there, frozen, while he kissed his baby on the mouth about 27 times in a row, exclaiming "Baby!" every 2-3 kisses. And I mean wet, open-mouth, I-love-you kind of kisses...I'm still kicking myself for not having the video camera ready for this significant event! Keane has finally found a much-needed outlet for sharing his love. And he's learned already at this tender age that babies are meant for kissing. Can't complain about that.
July 2012: KEANE, pointing to my cleavage: Cheeks, Mommy, cheeks.
June 2012: KEANE, for the first time ever after watching me kiss all of my cousins and aunt and uncles hello at a wedding: I love you! (complete with a big smooch for punctuation :)
June 2012: DINK: Mom, yesterday, you went to church and they pulled me out of your tummy! MOM to DAD: Ummm, I think we need to have a talk with Declan about the difference between birth and baptism. And the passage of time.
May 2012: DINK: Mom, sometimes things are tricky. Like balance beams.
May 2012: K's first sentence, mumbled under his breath in a fashion he learned from his brother used for requesting something you know you're not likely to get: I wanna treat.
April 2012: DINK, when rearranging all the cushions and pillows on the couch so he and K can snuggle in them: We're gonna make a sleep challenge!
March 2012: DINK: Dad, you're my best friend.
Feb 2012: DINK, standing in the driveway, watching Samuel, Caden, and Ellie leaving: I miss them so much.
Jan 2012: DINK: Mom, did you know that I don't like bats? And did you know that cats are soft and comfortable?
Jan 2012: DINK: Mom, did you know that strangers have bad news?
Jan 2012: DINK, pretending to be a cat while replying to my question of Where is Number Two?: I don't know. I mean, I don't meow!
Dec 2011: DINK: Sometimes, your heart gets broken, and Jesus fixes your broken heart.
Dec 2011: DINK: Daddy, should I help you?
Nov 2011: DINK: Get outta here, kitty! You're supposed to be LITTLE!
Oct 2011: DINK: You will be the kitty, and I will be the dog.
Sept 2011: MOMMY: Look, Declan, there's a school bus up ahead! DINK: Mommy, you got a school bus on your head?
Sept 2011: DINK, looking at a picture of a log truck in an ABC book: "Truck is for L!"
Aug 2011: MOMMY: Goodnight, sugar. DINK: I not sugar! I Declan Marx Womack!
Aug 2011: DINK: "God bless Mommy, and Daddy. God bless the stars. God bless Elmo. God bless dinosaurs."