Dear Henry VI

by youngmarriedmom Posted on November 8, 2012

Dear Henry,

 

All of a sudden, it got cold here in Brooklyn. Our shorts have been packed away for a while, but now we have broken out our winter coats, hats, scarves, and gloves.

 

Last time it was this cold, I was pregnant with your brother Ethan. I tried to get out every day both to keep Jacob and myself sane and to stay healthy in the pregnancy, tired as I was. Feeling the beginnings of the harsh winter cold brings me back to that time. It seems far away in a sense, but then so did this coming winter, once I knew it meant I would meet you.

 

It feels like we have been waiting forever. I know that’s an exaggeration, but it’s been a long year. There’s been a lot of heartbreak, a lot of tears shed. Recently, though, there’s been a lot of good news: engagements, people finding jobs, a close friend learning she is not at all as sick as the doctors suspected. The holidays are almost here, and I am looking forward to them more than I expected. The closer we are to Thanksgiving, Christmas, the New Year, the closer we are to you.

 
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This week I have another sonogram scheduled. I can’t wait to see you. I think you are still upside-down (which, of course, means that you’re kind of right-side-up), but I’m not at all sure. I feel you move all the time. Sometimes it’s painful, but it means you’re all right. That means the world to me.

 

I am thirty-two weeks pregnant with you. I know that your daddy and I—and even Jacob—already love you in a very special way, a way that’s just for you. Every day I think about holding you, nursing you, even being up in the middle of the night with you (although I try not to focus too much on the exhaustion that comes along with the last part). Today I was looking at pictures of Jacob’s first weeks and remembering what a crazy wonderful thing it is to be in the presence of a newborn. You will be warm and squirmy and beautiful when we see you in person. You will sleep a lot and we’ll get to watch your peacefulness, the grace of God living and breathing in our arms.

 

I am so grateful for you already, so grateful to be your mom. I can’t wait to get to know the fascinating, important, beautiful person I already know—and always will know—you are.

 

With all my love,
Mom

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“No, Really, That’s My Dad”

by youngmarriedmom Posted on November 7, 2012

Jacob’s in a stage wherein, if Daddy’s around, Daddy must do everything. Mommy is only helpful when she’s the only option. (To be fair, when she is, there is plenty of hugs and playtime.) Clearly, Jacob loves and admires his dad. I get it; I mean, I love and admire him, too. He’s smart, fun, thoughtful, loving . . . the list goes on.

 

 

In Jacob’s mind, though, the list takes a very different tack.

 

For Halloween, Jacob was Superman. He has no way of really knowing who Superman is, nor do I believe he has a true understanding of Halloween. What matters is that last Wednesday morning, Mommy suggested wearing a cape all day. As you can imagine, there was absolutely no argument.

 

 

During the course of the day, Jacob got a sticker—a Superman sticker, to be exact. We put it on his knee, so he could see it when he was sitting in the stroller. I thought I’d said “Superman” enough times that day that I’d get the anticipated answer when I asked who was on the sticker. The fact that his clothes matched Jacob’s should have helped. Yet, as happens so often with one’s expectations of a toddler, I was proven wrong.

 

Me: Hey Jacob, who’s on that sticker?

 

Jacob: Daddy.

 

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Jacob: Daddy.

 

John’s hair is kind of long right now, so the curl of his hair does look similar to Clark Kent’s. A day or so later I learned the comparison went much deeper than physical attributes.

 

I’d told Jacob that the subway was broken, which was why it took Daddy so long (two and a half hours) to get home from Manhattan on Wednesday. When he worked from the Brooklyn office the other days that week and had a much, much shorter commute, I happily told Jacob that he was going to get more Daddy time in the evening. He was the one who told me why:

 

“Subway broken. Daddy fixed it.”

 

I told him yes, the subway had been fixed, but I wasn’t sure Daddy was the one to have done it. But Jacob was certain.

 

“Daddy fixed it.”

 

Whatever you say, little man. Whatever you say.

 

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Life with a Toddler is Like a Comedy Show

by youngmarriedmom Posted on November 6, 2012

First of all, if you haven’t done it yet, stop reading this and VOTE. Then come back; I have some fun Jacob stories.

If you have voted, good for you! Hooray for civic duties! I hope you got a sticker. Seriously.

 

Second, I’ve posted a couple of things fairly rapidly today. My Internet connection has been less than stellar, so I’m catching up on posting drafts that have been sitting, saved and waiting, on my computer. Hope you’re enjoying!

 

Now let’s dive in to some of the more amusing moments of life with a toddler, shall we?

 

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I can’t be sure that it’s because I’m pregnant, but every now and then, Jacob chooses to crawl instead of walk. He’ll announce, “Crawl baby!” and once he does, there’s no stopping him. Though he’s bigger now than he was when he could only crawl, he still does look like a baby, and it’s kind of wonderful to have these little blasts from the past with him.

 

Saturday morning, however, he added something strange to the mix. We were leaving church after Mass and he decided it was time to regress. John held open a door for him. As he crawled through, he said, “Thank you, Daddy” (because he’s one of the most polite people I know, for the record).

 

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Every now and then, Jacob refers to John by his first name, rather than “Daddy.” I try not to giggle too hard, but it’s hilarious to hear Jacob say, “Hey, John!” or “Thank you, John” like I do.

 

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On Mondays, there’s a novena to the Miraculous Medal of the Blessed Virgin Mary said after daily Mass. When the lady from the choir is there, we begin by singing “Immaculate Mary” and end with “Hail Holy Queen.” Jacob knows the words to these songs because we sing them at bedtime. You know he’s really relaxed and ready to sleep when he joins in. Hearing his voice with the congregation at church (when he’s not sleepy) is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

 

Okay, so that one’s not funny. It’s just wonderful.

 

 

 

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