1.) Babies are chick magnets. The other day R came to my hair appointment with me so I could breastfeed halfway through my foil. As he sat in the waiting area dozens of women came up to him, cooing and oohing and ahhing at the baby. Too bad for R. The emobodiment of his committment was drawing in what could never be... But I was amused.
2.) Two-month-olds do not like to dye eggs. Fun as it may seem to adults, they are the ones who will end up sticking on the funny faces and hats while the little one fusses and naps. I suspect tomorrow's Easter Egg hunt will also be mostly R looking for the eggs the resident Jewish Easter Bunny hid. But it will be a good photo opportunity. And, in case you are wondering how a Jew celebrates Easter, I will explain: we don't. But we do like chocolate eggs and bunnies. And even if Samara is Jewish, her dad is not. So it's ok. Or not. At least there is no hell in Judaism.
3.) When Baby Gains, Mama loses. Yes, it's true! Samara is up to 10 pounds, 2 ounces and I am down 10 pounds. Both changes have been hard fought and anyone who ever tells me the weight just "melted off" will be subjected to a 10 minute description of my diet plan, which has included 20+ miles of running a week, daily glasses of metamucil, lots o' salads and a depressing shortage of the above referenced easter candies I so love and that only come out once a year (damn Cadbury! In the UK, they are plentiful year round). But it is working. I feel close to human with only 19 pounds of weight left to lose. It is coming off at about 2 pounds a week while Samara is gaining about 2 pounds a month.
4.) Puff the Magic Dragon was too depressing. For the most part, Samara and I listen to Amy Winehouse, Matisyahu and classical music. But I did buy one new CD--the Family Folk Festival. Her favorite song is on it (The Garden Song), but it also contains Puff the Magic Dragon. And it has a whole new verse!! Turns out the song was too sad for kids. And I can see why. Mama still can't make it through a sing along without bawling... But I digress. Now it has a happy ending! See below:
Jackie he got married, and they had a little babe.
Jackie's daughter Sophie went adventuring one day.
Happily she wandered down the misty beach alone.
And passing by a hidden cave, she heard a muffled groan.
Bravely Sophie slipped into the place where Puff did dwell.
The startled dragon spun around and frightened her as well.
Then she saw his lonely eyes, and quickly lost her fears.
She kissed the dragon's scaly nose and wiped away his tears.
And the lesson to children? You will never be lonely or sad and if something makes you sad, just imagine something different! Perhaps a fallacy as egregious as the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus, but at least mommy won't cry anymore.