Week Fifteen: Falling
It happened. I finally got nostalgic for pregnancy. Okay well, not really. But it's fall again and I'm reminded of last fall when we found out we were expecting Will, and I can't believe that I'm finally at the point that was unimaginable last year. Will is really here, and is such a part of our lives now, it's so hard to imagine a time when he wasn't even here. So, it's not to say that I want to be pregnant again, or god, that I even miss it (I most certainly do not), but I think fall will now always remind me of those first few months of munching on snacks to ease the nausea and trying to stay focused on class instead of daydreaming about babies (my efforts were futile, by the way).
I love fall. There really isn't enough of it in Pullman. Usually, there's a good week of wearing sweaters in the crisp, cool, fall air before you have to say "who am I kidding?" and break out the winter coat. Usually by Halloween it's below freezing, and it's very hot well into September. But I still love fall here, even though this year it feels so strange not to be sitting in class bored to tears while each professor goes over their syllabus (can we just collectively agree that if we in fact made it into college, we are in fact capable of reading a two page document?). But anyway, there are apples and tomatoes at the farmer's market again, and the wind has picked up, so it's undeniably fall again.
And Emily has survived her first week of kindergarten. I guess for now I'll put aside my worries about her not making friends, because she seems to be doing fine. It's so hard to get any real information out of her about her school day, but she appears to be happy and relaxed when she comes home, so what more could I want?
Emily has also come out of her shell a bit recently, wich I attribute to starting school. Last week we had our annual-start-of-the-school-year picnic at our apartment complex, and Slinky the Clown was there making animal balloons. And if you happen to not be from Pullman, Slinky the Clown is an old grandpa of a clown that makes appearances at practically every event around town. Well, Emily's first balloon was popped by one of thos prickly weeds in the grass, so she went up to the Clown by herself and asked him for another. We then spent the rest of the weekend taking the balloon away because Emily was compulsively putting it in her mouth, but that is another story.
And then there's Will, who seemingly has adopted something resembling a schedule lately. He likes to go to bed for the night around 8, and would probably stay asleep for the night if Ian and I didn't wake him up occasionally by talking about how perfect he is. I try to rationalize our self-indulgent behavior by claiming that Will has the rest of his life to sleep in another bed, room, or even house than ours, so if he wants to be with us now, who am I to stop him? He's so small, and the world is so big and scary, and this time we all have here, together, is so short.
There are times that I wonder what life would be like, had I not become a parent at such a young age. But I quickly remember how lucky I am to have Emily, Ian, and Will come into my life so soon, so I didn't waste much time without them.
I love fall. There really isn't enough of it in Pullman. Usually, there's a good week of wearing sweaters in the crisp, cool, fall air before you have to say "who am I kidding?" and break out the winter coat. Usually by Halloween it's below freezing, and it's very hot well into September. But I still love fall here, even though this year it feels so strange not to be sitting in class bored to tears while each professor goes over their syllabus (can we just collectively agree that if we in fact made it into college, we are in fact capable of reading a two page document?). But anyway, there are apples and tomatoes at the farmer's market again, and the wind has picked up, so it's undeniably fall again.
And Emily has survived her first week of kindergarten. I guess for now I'll put aside my worries about her not making friends, because she seems to be doing fine. It's so hard to get any real information out of her about her school day, but she appears to be happy and relaxed when she comes home, so what more could I want?
Emily has also come out of her shell a bit recently, wich I attribute to starting school. Last week we had our annual-start-of-the-school-year picnic at our apartment complex, and Slinky the Clown was there making animal balloons. And if you happen to not be from Pullman, Slinky the Clown is an old grandpa of a clown that makes appearances at practically every event around town. Well, Emily's first balloon was popped by one of thos prickly weeds in the grass, so she went up to the Clown by herself and asked him for another. We then spent the rest of the weekend taking the balloon away because Emily was compulsively putting it in her mouth, but that is another story.
And then there's Will, who seemingly has adopted something resembling a schedule lately. He likes to go to bed for the night around 8, and would probably stay asleep for the night if Ian and I didn't wake him up occasionally by talking about how perfect he is. I try to rationalize our self-indulgent behavior by claiming that Will has the rest of his life to sleep in another bed, room, or even house than ours, so if he wants to be with us now, who am I to stop him? He's so small, and the world is so big and scary, and this time we all have here, together, is so short.
There are times that I wonder what life would be like, had I not become a parent at such a young age. But I quickly remember how lucky I am to have Emily, Ian, and Will come into my life so soon, so I didn't waste much time without them.
posted by Kate @ 9:41 AM
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