I need a hand here--can anyone tell me if I’m just the merest wisp of a wingnut? Or have I gone completely round the bend and on to certifiably, dangerously, perilously crazy? ‘Cause I’m just jonesin’ for another baby.
I went to the movies by myself this afternoon to clean out the cobwebs and to to feed my brain some new, possibly constructive thoughts. I had been moping around the house all day, desperately trying to achieve four and a half minutes without children hanging off my limbs or jockeying for position on my lap (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I begged Gil for a hall pass; he was happy to oblige, and naturally, the very next movie showing was Cheaper by the Dozen.
I am embarrassed by how much I laughed at this movie. I was all by myself in the theater, wedged between a dad on my right and a mom on my left, and it was all I could do to keep from jabbing one or the other of them with my elbow and saying, “Alumnus!” or “See this bruise? Same exact thing happened to me.” or “I heard that!”
I even grew up near where it was filmed, and believe me when I say that they completely nailed Evanston parents. The Crate and Barrel trucks lining the streets and signature white boxes littering the house were all too familiar. The triple throne of Chicago is occupied by the Bears, beef products, and fine home furnishings from good ole C&B. I was raised on the stuff and still get a little misty when I think of any of them together; no trip to Furniture Mecca was complete without a detour through the drive-thru at Byron’s Hot Dogs.
After the movie, I met my family at McDonald’s for a treat, and proceeded to tell the kids all about it, since we will definitely be buying the DVD when it comes out. When Logan heard that it was about a family that had twelve kids, he said, ”Whoa. I thought families only went up to ten.”
And I thought ours only went up to three, but strangely, I started to think that it would be much livelier (yeah) and entertaining (no doubt) and so much richer (not) to have more children in the house. Now, please excuse me while I post this and then stuff the computer in the closet. If Gil sees this entry, I’m a dead woman.
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03.06.04 at 06:16 PM |
Our third is due inJuly and right now I’m thinking of checking myself in to the “Betty Ford Clinic” to get over the urge to have more. Okay....I’m not actually having them, so maybe I’m not the best control group.
03.08.04 at 08:02 AM |
I’m breaking your rule (snicker). So are you gonna try for a boy, a girl, or puppies?
03.08.04 at 08:08 AM |
*shivers* Well, you’re bigger, and stronger, and… and… dumber. What were you thinking?
03.08.04 at 12:50 PM |
You and me both. Mindy… Except it seems I can’t any more. Given that my youngest will be seven in July, this might be a good thing, but I still can’t help thinking four would be nice.
(OK, I quit the crap: I’m trying but it’s not working… I am not as laid back about this as my above comment would suggest. Why do I feel so apologetic about wanting four children that I barely want to mention it though?)
03.09.04 at 07:20 AM |
you know, I was thinking I’m kind of missing the fact that Daphne doesn’t crap in her diapers quite as much anymore and almost never spits up. And, I’m more than a little disappointed that we didn’t get to experience REAL colicky behavior, just a taste from time to time. What in the Sam Hill are we waiting for!!!