This is the second Saturday E and I have found ourselves in the toy store, just trying to have a regular browse among the legos and lunch boxes, but end up turning to each other every 5 seconds and saying, "Where did all these babies come from?" Of course, if he's feeling literal, he will promptly explain that all these babies came from uteruses, then traveled through the cervix and out the vagina. And that's where babies come from. That is what my 6 year old will tell you. It is also what he told his entire preschool class when he was four because they were studying families. That was an exciting day. I loved those phone calls.
Back to today. Babies were everywhere. Infants, toddlers, crying, smiling babies. Strollers, car seat carriers, pregnant bellies. And we really like babies. I mean really. Last week, E and I tried to have a simple game of catch with a ball in the driveway we share with our next door neighbors, but then they came out bringing their 18 month old and E missed every stinking catch. He was completely useless. He turned into jello. And then the other day I was dropping E off at summer camp and the camp director had brought her tiny baby that day and it was dressed in tye-dye with these tiny tye-dye feet and I just stared at it. Like creepers who look at women's chests and not their face. I'm like that with babies. "Oh, you're here too? I only see your BABY." I had to shake my head, blink a lot and remember who I was supposed to be talking to. "Yes, Jess. Right. Good Morning. Nice baby. I mean, Hello."
So the toy store was kind of awesome and kind of like torture because babies are so great but none of them were in OUR family.
We had to learn to deal. We proceeded to have an EPIC day of make-believe, using E's best most wonderful three baby dolls, Annie, Charles, and Jack. I sewed some cloth diapers with tiny velcro closures, but what really made it awesome was the baby carrier I sewed, sort of like a Baby Bjorn, except more awesome and made to fit my son. He was so into it. He was walking around the house carrying Annie strapped to his chest so she could see. Then he packed a diaper bag and we took them to the park.
I bought E Annie when he was very young. I think he must have been about 2, but maybe less. He was walking, but not really talking. I'm pretty sure I named her. We got her at a thrift shop, cause hey, I've never really had loads of money, and any way, I'm a bit turned off by the way baby dolls are marketed only to girls, and the dolls themselves usually are only girls. Weird. Anyway, I sorted through a nasty pile of naked dolls, and Annie was the best. Also, let's be honest, I have a real thing for orphans, so it only makes sense that I'd "adopt" a baby doll rather than buy one. Never take me to an animal shelter. I WILL leave with a dog.
Annie came home, was washed very well, and quickly became a favorite. E sleeps with her almost every night, and she came to camp in Vermont with us for two months, which left her extra dirty, but of course, we love her just the same. She has those cute/creepy eyelids that close when she's lying down, so she can sleep for real, which is great. Charles (who is a "she", by the way. I learned this today, from E) has painted on blue eyes that are always looking at you even if you've just put her down for a nap.
All of his baby dolls came to us as lost naked orphans. I sat down one day a year ago and made a dress, a vest, a blue fleece hat, a cheetah print scarf, and a snow suit. It is HARD to make doll clothes, let me tell you. Their arms don't really bend in regular places, so how do you make sleeves? Now they have diapers. And a kick ass baby bjorn.
It was really wonderful to watch E care for the baby dolls today. I told him about how I used to be so good at feeding him with a bottle while cooking dinner for myself, how I'd tuck the bottle under my chin and hold his whole body with one arm. Of course, he mastered this technique while feeding Annie today.
We were standing in the sun at the park, and E had just gently set down all three babies on a blanket by a tree. They were napping. I knelt down and cupped my hand around his chin and brought his eyes to mine. "You are going to be such a great dad when you grow up," I told him and kissed him. I've always known this about him. I knew this when I was crying on the couch cause I was a nineteen year old girl and had just been dumped and he was two and tiny, but he toddled over to me with a sippy cup of water and rubbed my back. I've known this since I bought him a dirty baby doll for a dollar and handed it to him and he hugged her the whole car ride home and called her "pwetty baby."
For all the shit my kid gets into, and all the crazy jumble of life that's always going on, it was really great to spend the day remembering who this kid really is, and why it is so fantastic to be his mother.
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