Happy 10 months!
In the past few weeks, I've been binge consuming my friend Rebecca's podcast, 10 Questions We Always Ask: Interesting Conversations with Everyday People. There are a few things that make this podcast really engaging to me: There's the logistical factor (podcasts are about the only media I have time to consume - I can listen in the car on the way to work, or on the ferry, or walking into the office, whereas watching television is an after-you-all-are-asleep activity, and by that point, I'm usually too tired myself, and reading while walking or driving is dangerous). I also like it because Rebecca is an awesome person, so it's just nice to hear her infectious laugh piped in through my ear buds. But perhaps a more salient reason why it will resonate with people who have their choice of media or who don't know the host personally is because of the Q&A structure of the podcast, you instinctually go to the place where you think "How would I answer that question?" The questions are things like "Everyone is the Michael Jordan of something, so what's your super power?", "What's your At-Bat Music?", or "Walk me through a perfect day."
Having listened to 20 or so episodes thanks to two roadtrips and 2 hours a day of commuting, I find myself feeling like a very uninteresting person. More specifically, I feel like my "soon-to-be-35-year-old mom of 3 who lives in the 'burbs and drives a mini-van" self is pretty uninteresting whereas my "20-something, lives in SF's Mission District/NYC's Lower East Side, works remotely in a cafe sitting at a table next to Malcolm Gladwell, spends Tuesday nights at some hole in the wall bar listening to a band the average person has never heard of" self was pretty damn interesting. Certain questions really underscore this point, like "What album are you most looking forward to in 2014?" If you paid me $1000 I couldn't tell you a specific album that's about to be released, much less name one I'm particularly excited about. What's my super power? I immediately go the mom-place: I can be five rooms away and still can sense when any of you are about to do something you shouldn't, or I have a ridiculous sense of smell that can identify a crap-filled diaper from 100 yards away.
I ruminated on this "I"m super boring" realization for awhile to try to figure out how I really felt about it, and the truth is, I'm more than just ok with it - I wouldn't have it any other way. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot about my responsibility-free life that I can wax nostaligic about, but the truth is, I'd rather lay in the middle of the living room floor with you guys crawling all over me and Mason watching Little Einsteins, and Mama mowing the lawn, or giving you baths while Mason "cooks dinner" in his playroom, and Mama cooks dinner in the real kitchen. I love my domestic, uninteresting life. The thought of going to see live music on a Tuesday night is completely unappealing to me, but the thought of watching Frozen for the 9 millionth time, listening to Mason sing totally out of tune (poor kid is totally tone deaf like me), is still alluring. I don't need to know what albums are coming out in 2014, because really, I only listen to the Children's Indie Music station on Pandora (it's awesome by the way - not kids music, per se, but a mix of contemporary indie tunes and old classic rock hits that are largely upbeat, strong melodies, profanity-free so suitable for kids ears).
I don't want to overly romanticize things or create the impression that being a mom is the end-all, be-all of every wish and dream I ever had. It's hard. Damn hard. And tiring beyond all recognition. And depressing that going to the grocery store by myself is my best form of relaxation. Mama and I recently booked a trip to Turks and Caicos for the fall, and we are literally counting down the days to go on vacation (63, by the way). We will be by ourselves on a beach where people will bring me drinks and I don't have to worry about getting up at 5:30 am. The thought is so appealing and intoxicating that I can't dwell on it too long because the reality that it's still two months away will depress the shit out of me. But my overall point is this: I'm uncool, but you and your brother and your mama and our house and the 'burbs and the minivan... all of it... is awesome.
But this post is supposed to be about you, not me.
So at 10 months, where are you guys at?
First, there's this:
There's also a lot of teeth coming in all at once (Incidentally, before I sat down to write this, I went
back and read December 2011 when Mason was 10 months, and the rush of teeth happened at the same time for him too). Quinn - I've taken to calling you the fang because your top two teeth are coming in at a slightly slower pace than the one just adjacent, which I find super amusing for some reason.
You puke a lot less and you eat a lot more. This morning you housed an entire plate of scrambled eggs, half a piece of toast (which I didn't rip up into bite sized pieces, but instead let you gnaw on whole, and you both devoured it in 5 minutes), yogurt, and pureed fruit. In other words, you ate more for breakfast than I do. You are tanks. I seriously cannot wait until you can fully walk on your own because you weigh a ton.
Next week, we are heading on vacation: 4 families, 8 kids, 1 house. It should be interesting. The house is right across the street from the beach, and as I've mentioned in the past, going to the beach with you two is pretty much a nightmare, but I'm optimistic we'll find a way to make it work.
I love you girls. Thanks for being awesome.