I am trying to break your heart
This one's for Dada, wherever high-speed internet may find him.
I'm really not frustrated or angry with Dada in anyway for jetting off to Seattle to do his fieldwork. I completely understand that it's part of his job. I understand that he gets insanely happy with that job when he can free himself from behind "the desk" and commune with nature for a few weeks a year. He comes back a different person, someone ready to set the world on fire even more than he is normally. But perhaps most importantly, I understand that he is an excellent Dada and that we literally have to kick him out of the house to get him to leave the boys behind. At least half of his poor Dada heart is still flopping around on the living room floor next to me as we speak. I know that, as I wade through these long, thickly humid days with a screamfest of two young men, somewhere in the Cascades Dada is lost in thought every now and then because a line from Toy Story comes to mind and he feels invisible strings trying to tie off his abnormally large Adam's apple as he thinks about his Isaac.
That's what really makes it okay with me. The mutual suffering.
So, to ensure that Dada's suffering won't decrease too as much he breathes in all that fresh air with his glacier bunnies, I caught some video today of Jacob as he took his very first bounces in the Jumparoo:
And another first, on Tuesday Jacob also started rocking back-and-forth on all fours in distant anticipation of crawling. We know now, too, that Jacob loves him some pureed pears.
Isaac knows that Dada is away in Seattle. Every day he asks me: "Mommy, let's go see Attle!" I told him once that Dada had to fly in an airplane to get to Seattle because it was so far away. "Mommy, let's go get an airplane! Let's fly in an airplane and see Attle!" It doesn't matter what I tell him as to why we can't meet up with Dada clear across the country, so I thought I'd let him share his enthusiasm with you. He got very camera-shy, but I think you can grasp the underlying mental state.
I'm really not frustrated or angry with Dada in anyway for jetting off to Seattle to do his fieldwork. I completely understand that it's part of his job. I understand that he gets insanely happy with that job when he can free himself from behind "the desk" and commune with nature for a few weeks a year. He comes back a different person, someone ready to set the world on fire even more than he is normally. But perhaps most importantly, I understand that he is an excellent Dada and that we literally have to kick him out of the house to get him to leave the boys behind. At least half of his poor Dada heart is still flopping around on the living room floor next to me as we speak. I know that, as I wade through these long, thickly humid days with a screamfest of two young men, somewhere in the Cascades Dada is lost in thought every now and then because a line from Toy Story comes to mind and he feels invisible strings trying to tie off his abnormally large Adam's apple as he thinks about his Isaac.
That's what really makes it okay with me. The mutual suffering.
So, to ensure that Dada's suffering won't decrease too as much he breathes in all that fresh air with his glacier bunnies, I caught some video today of Jacob as he took his very first bounces in the Jumparoo:
And another first, on Tuesday Jacob also started rocking back-and-forth on all fours in distant anticipation of crawling. We know now, too, that Jacob loves him some pureed pears.
Isaac knows that Dada is away in Seattle. Every day he asks me: "Mommy, let's go see Attle!" I told him once that Dada had to fly in an airplane to get to Seattle because it was so far away. "Mommy, let's go get an airplane! Let's fly in an airplane and see Attle!" It doesn't matter what I tell him as to why we can't meet up with Dada clear across the country, so I thought I'd let him share his enthusiasm with you. He got very camera-shy, but I think you can grasp the underlying mental state.
posted by Claire at 10:42 PM
1 Comments:
Gracie goes nuts in her Johnny Jump up. As soon as I start saying GO GRACIE GO GRACIE GO GO!!!!!!!! She bounces like crazy and doesn't stop. All smiles and laughter in this house.
Gotta love that equipment!!!!
Gracie loves pears also!! Come on over we gots plenty.
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