Kill the Rabbit, Rabbit
First off, let me begin with an important programming note: Unless you would like to give birth to a Christmas baby and have all future holiday seasons unalterably hampered by yet another arduous celebration of wonderful things, DO NOT HAVE SEX this month lest ye conceive. Now is not the time to kill the rabbit, friends. (Angry sig-oths may direct hatemail to my hand, held up in front of my face, like this.) You're quite welcome, ladyfriends.
(Can you believe it was two years ago this month I got pregnant? What's up with that? I don't know if it's on account of being so far removed from the experience or because the gestation itself felt so brief (because it was enjoyable? because Wombat arrived on his due date, before I had the chance to really rage?) or because I wanted it for so long beforehand, but I always feel like such an imposter now even referencing having been pregnant myself because who? me? pregnant? You must be thinking of someone else, for surely it wasn't I who [dot dot dot]. Perhaps this is why our motherbodies pooch and sag forever after--our softspots are our only hard evidence. Well, that and the actual baby.)
Oh, did I say "baby"? I meant "little MAN," with the jeans and the shoes and the layers and the mullet and the je ne sais quoi, qui, comment. Le sigh.
This weekend was full of actual babies, however, and that made it an exceptionally lovely weekend, despite the fact that it was only one day long, since I spent Saturday working from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. to complete the penultimate stage before getting this $@*%ing freelance brain-melter off my desk and out of my nightmares once and for all. Sick of hearing about it? Imagine how I feel. Why, if I had a nickel for every [DOT DOT DOT]
But! Babies!
Yesterday we headed up north to meet Wombat's future bandmate--the four-day-old son of Simon's guitarist--as well as Dorothy Jane [Dottie Dot Dot], baby sister to Wombat's semiannual co-conspirator, Nora Lea, and [dot dot] daughter of the inimitable Helen Jane, party planner extraordinnaire. (Follow her on Twitter this month for her best party tips.) All through the Inferno that has been my work life since January (turns out Hell hath not nine circles but exactly 386 pages, including front matter), one of the rewards I'd promised myself was a trip up to Napa in the midst of spring sproinging, so this invitation came at a perfect time. (Thank you, Helen Jane, for reading my mind.) Imperfectly, we didn't have time to jump out the car to take still shots of the wild mustard like all those families in their coordinating sweaters (we had too many buckles to unlatch and not enough color coordination among us), but Babies! awaited, so we pressed on, papa in the driver seat and Wombat forward-facing in his carseat, the better to see...his book.
It was a beautiful day and a beautiful way to spend my first real day off in much too long. Lots of hugs (tight ones, true ones), plus chocolate cake and goody bags and paper chains and champagne and teeny tiny baby toes and my son's first elbow scrape, surely proof that a new season has begun.
More photos here. Can't you just smell the sweet relief wafting on the spring breeze?
Oh that menu is really making me hate my dinner of leftover Thai curry.
Can't. Get. Over. It. When did he turn into a mini man??
I'mma gonna ask now so you can answer later: how old will Wombat be when this blog celebrates its 10th year anniversary?
Um...like three? Now, are you going to come over and clean up the brains that just exploded all over my computer screen?
Layers? Shoes? FORWARD-FACING?!
At least he still has those little knuckle dimples. I'll be OK as long as there are still knuckle dimples.
New reader, enjoying your blog.
But I'm slightly annoyed because now the Bugs Bunny "Kill the Rabbit" song will surely be running through my head all day.
Cute boy you have there.
OH my goodness. That man-child is utterly, totally, without question, a morsel of perfection personified.
YUM.
yum.
We have a December 2008 baby, too. The motto around here is "Beware the ides of March!"
Your blog is awesome. You have a new fan. I will come back and read more for sure.
Cool post. That is great information.