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  • Keeping Archer's Marbles Away From Fable's Mouth

     

    Today I caught Archer playing with his marbles at Fable's feet as she grasped for them with her chubby little hands. In .05 seconds I leapt on Archer, tackling him to the ground. 

     

    "I told you not to play with your marbles anywhere even close to Fable's vicinity!"

     

    "Because Fable could choke on the marbles and die, right Mommy?"

     

    "Um... What?"

     

    "Because Fable could swallow a marble and it would choke and die and then it wouldn't be very nice at all."

     

    "Um... Yes? Yes. So... Please don't do that anymore."

     

    "Yeah. Because it's NOT NICE!"

     

    Archer spent the rest of the afternoon playing marbles on the other side of the living room as Fable kicked her little legs against her bouncy seat. But it got me thinking, wondering what I'm going to do when Fable is old enough to crawl. I never childproofed the house when Archer was a baby because I didn't really need to. Because he didn't really care to try to get into anything and plus, nothing of mine was really of interest. Nothing besides my shoes and tampons (great toy, very useful) and it wasn't like he was going to choke on those. Fable on the other hand is a second child and second children, I'm finding, want nothing more than to get all up in their big brothers' bidnis.


    tea partier

    Hooray for Archer's stuff! And while we're at it, hooray for tea parties! And leg warmers! And cute headbands and flowers and wonderfulness!

     

    "At some point you're probably going to have to take away Archer's marbles," my mom said to me months ago, during a mother/daughter marble shopping-spree. (It's amazing how HARD it is to find marbles these days and how easy it is to find dolls that talk. So backwards and lame.)

     

    "Yeah. I'll just take them away when she's crawling and stuff," I agreed and left it at that. 

     

    Taking away Archer's marbles seemed like a perfectly logical, obvious sollution until Archer's marbles became his greatest love and now I'm fucked. Because how the hell can I take away my darling son's greatest love? I mean... I can't. Can I...?

     

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  • I Know What We'll Do Next Summer

     

    Okay so about the whole second baby thing. We're kind of nowhere near ready. Then again, we weren't even close to being even a tiny bit next to nowhere near ready with Archer so maybe that doesn't matter so much.

     

    That being said, we've decided after months and a cazillion hours of contemplation that next summer seems like a good time to remove the contraceptive and Whoop! There it is! ... Or if you will/ in the words of today's TTC** couples: we're going to "try"...

     

    Archer turns three next May, so if all goes as "planned" Archer and #2 will be four years apart, which seems like a really big gap to me but there's no way in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks we can get me pregs any sooner. I would be a walking disaster-zone with all that's going on. Shit, I'm a walking disaster-zone, anyway. 

     

    Natural History Museum

    (Archer as an only child.)

     

     

    I've been weighing the pros and cons against my own childhood: my brother, David and I are 2.5 years apart and it was awesome for us as kids. We were BFF for years and even though we had a love-slump in High School we're OMG totally BFF! again, now that we're adult-ish people. My sister, Rachel and I have seven years between us which is a lot. And it kind of sucks because I never really got to know her like I wish I did. I moved out when she was eleven. There was very little borrowing of clothes or bonding over boys. And that would have been nice. To have that. I want Archer to have that. I want him to have a built-in BFF or at the very least, someone to bounce ideas off. Someone to talk shit about Hal and I with when we're acting lame and annoying and "Gosh! Our parents are such tools!"

     

    That's important. To have that.  


     

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    (Archer with "Emily," a doll we picked up at Rite Aid so we could sample life as a family of four. We're weird.)

     

    Of course, I'm totally torn between wanting Archer to have a sibling close-ish in age and being waaaaay overwhelmed by the thought of having another kid...

     

     

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Who says becoming a mom means succumbing to laser tattoo removal and moving to the suburbs? This young writer and mother of two gives it to you Straight From the Bottle.

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