Baby Blase

My parents are coming to town tonight. They are staying for a week. And while my dad is fretting about what on earth he is going to do while he’s here, because he can’t imagine staring at an infant for seven days, I think he may find himself surprised…time has a way of flying by when you are in the kid’s presence - he is like a black hole, sucking the ambition right out of you.

I am finding myself very excited about their arrival. Yes, because it means that there will be more bodies to help around the house, more people to love on the kid, but, also because I am really proud of this little being and I’m eager to show him off to two of the most important people in his life. I didn’t have a chance to really know my mom’s parents, as they lived in Australia. Every real vacation/trip we took growing up was to head down-under, but, obviously it wasn’t that frequent, so, really knowing my Australian grandparents wasn’t in the cards. I did get a chance to know my dad’s mom and I have incredibly fond memories of white bread toast, tiny ceramic animal figurines, soft fuzzy plants in her garden and Fairy Land - oh how I loved Fairy Land.

I am so happy that this little guy will get to know all four of his grandparents. To learn from them, to be unendingly loved by them and of course, to be spoiled by them. The next two weeks will be big for those four newly-made grandparents, but, also big for Marc and me - we get to give them the best gift ever.

Listening: Arcade Fire