At the kiddie gym this morning, Nora was being particularly social and adorable, walking up to kids and giving high fives, sharing her blocks, hugging all the nannies, and giggling at everything. I sat in the corner with a random dad, both of us watching her make her rounds, when the dad turned to me:
Random Dad: “Ok, so I have to know– what’s your secret?!”
Me (laughing): “Honestly, I don’t have one! I don’t know how she got this amazing, friendly, adorable personality. It’s certainly not from me! She takes after my husband more, I think. He’s very outgoing. But I’ll take some credit because she’s with me most of the day, so I guess I must be doing something right?”
Random Dad: “Oh. I meant how’d you get that coffee in here? They never let me bring mine in.”
Yesterday, around 5:50pm, I’m sitting on the couch in my apartment lobby, on my phone:
Doorman: “Let me guess– your nanny gets off at 6?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Doorman: “I’ve noticed you usually get home around 5:30 and then sit on the lobby couch until about 5:58.”
Me (laughing): “Ok, I know what you’re implying– but I’m not avoiding my kid! It’s just that I have work emails to send, and I’m better off doing it now rather than trying to do it in the apartment. Too many distractions. Nothing ever gets done.”
Doorman: “I see.”
Me: “It’s actually annoying to have to send all these emails, because honestly I just want to go up there right away and squeeze her.”
Doorman: “Well, don’t let me interrupt. Get back to that email.”
Me: “Thank you.”
My phone screen:
— Nora, when she sees wine.
A bunch of kids are gathered around the chalkboard at the kiddie gym, almost all of them with a snack:
Random Mom (to me): “How do you get your kid to eat so nicely and calmly? She’s like a tiny well-mannered adult!”
Me: “Oh, that’s nice of you to say! Um, I don’t know, I guess I just got lucky?”
Random Mom: “I just can’t believe she’s able to eat those blackberries without making ANY mess on her face.”
Me: “Oh. That’s actually not my kid…”
Random Mom: “Oh! Which one’s yours again? The kid with the cheerios in her hand?”
Random Mom: “Her? With the cheerios in the cup?”
Random Mom (sees no other choice): “With the cheerios stuck to her neck?”
(10 second silence)
Random Mom: “Are those even her cheerios?”
Random: “They’re in her hair too…”
Me: “I see that.”
Random: “How’d she even get them?”
Me: “Hard to say…”
Steph went to retrieve my nephew after his nap, and encountered him with poop all over his hands. Seems he woke up early, got bored, and found a way to entertain himself.
Kid is nothing if not resourceful.
(After Steph sends photo….)
“If you poop on the potty, I’ll make you a martini.”
— Big Steve, helping to potty train The Boog
In reference to Eric’s 2-year-old niece Mackenzie (“Mac”) and my 2-year-old nephew Tyler (“The Boog”) walking down the aisle….
Calming my wedding day anxieties….
“Now what am I going to do?!”
— Eric, just now, with genuine fear and disappointment in his eyes, seconds after The Boog left their play date to go home and take a nap.