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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Absence Makes The Mom Grow Sappy

"How do you like your freedom?"

The entire neighborhood is asking me that. It's not that they really care about how I'm enjoying my "kid-free" time - it's that they too, are relieved from having to listen to my boys fighting-screaming-and making otherwise annoying explosion sounds at the top of their lungs when they're walking around with me.

My neighbors are shocked - that I have a normal speaking volume and I can smile without a nervous twitch.

Who'd a thought...24 little hours and mommy acts...normal.

I accomplished a three hour writing session - on top of the salad-eating and hobbling thing I call a run.

Then...I took a break and did the prohibited deed: I looked at pictures. Yes, of the boys. Not just recent ones, but the baby ones, too.

WHAT AM I, AN IDIOT?!!

Sorry for the all caps. Been reading a "Calvin and Hobbes" collection lately. Samu's graduated from Super Diaper Baby to newspaper cartoons.

This is how I convinced myself that it was actually productive - Why don't I post them?

Gosh, I'm so gullible it's pathetic. So, these are from our visit to the Imagination Playground at the South Street Seaport (the very one with tons of crabby Christmas ornaments).

Zuki's sculpture side dance

Samu's building a Monster Truck course

View of the Brooklyn Bridge
 Seriously, we've been to the South Street Seaport about a dozen times. I asked the boys if they remembered the last time we were there.

"We've never been here before, mommy."

"Really? You don't remember this MALL?"

"Well...kind of."

"How about the deck with the view of the Brooklyn Bridge?"

"Yeah - it's familiar."

"And look! There's the beer garden you had hot dogs at."

"Oh yeah, now I TOTALLY remember."

The foundation of every childhood...beer gardens. No wonder I miss these guys.

14 comments:

  1. Aw....poor Nami Mommy. :) I thought of you and your blog as we drove over the Brooklyn Bridge two months ago! My kids will associate memories of beer and adults, too! Whenever I'm at the grocery store, my son freaks at the cash register, "Mommy! Don't forget Daddy's Beer!" haha! Cute pics of the kids- They are getting big! Sorry I've been off the grid somewhat- totally in vacation mode!!!

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    1. When your son goes shopping with Daddy, I wonder if he yells out, "Daddy, don't forget Mommy's tampons!"

      Thanks for thinking of me crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. Yo! Come back, soon.

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  2. I love that your kids are always so expressive. Absence makes the heart grow fonder right? JK. Now to think about doing the salad eating hobbling thing...

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    1. I take it the "expressive" gene is from daddy's Italian side. They talk with their hands a lot, too.

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  3. Noah's been home pretty much every single day this summer, waking late, watching his stupid shows, eating his breakfast, getting dressed/brushing his teeth, reading for 30 minutes and then his computer. I like to be alone, Namzi. JUST ME AND MY PETS. But I PROMISE you (you can ask me when it happens) I will cry when he goes back to school.

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    1. Same here. First day of school, I'll cry for about five minutes that they're gone. Followed by an hour of not believing that they are getting so big!

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  4. Beer is the most important part of any memory anyway. Or lack thereof.

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    1. I'll drink to that! Wait...what are we drinking to?

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  5. I have never been parted from my girls for more than one night, so I think I would be looking at their baby pictures too. Or weep. Probably both.

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    1. Both. Definitely both. You keep a tissue in your left hand and click to the next picture with your right.

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  6. Oh, I love that last photo.
    I love how you relate your children to beer :)

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    1. Well, beer had a lot to do with the night they were created, too. Doh! I said it.

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  7. Yep, any time Lily heads to her grandparents' house or wherever, I feel all free and zen-like for approximately thirty seconds, and then I start nervously pacing the house and inevitably plop my sad ass in our computer chair and watch umpteen videos of her.

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    1. Because how can you watch videos of Lily when she's around, right? Glad I'm in good company.

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