1. Our daycare: Nathan has learned so much in the few months he has been at his new daycare, especially the skills my paltry parenting has failed to instill. Now, he can put his coat on by himself and when he gets home, he knows to put it in a basket by the coat rack. Sometimes I have to direct him,
sometimes, mostly in a loud booming VOICE OF MOM, “It puts the lotion in the basket! Along with his coat! RIGHT NOW!” And he does it! He’s expected to do these tasks at his daycare. He’s expected to pick up after himself and to place toys back in their bins. We’ve applied many of those tasks here at home and he listens! Who knew that if you had rules, kids could follow them! Before my only expectation was that he not pee in the sink, and he’s fallen below that bar, even though I want to laugh because Homer Simpson sang, “I take a whiskey drink! I take a lager drink! And when I have to pee, I use the kitchen sink! I sing the song that reminds me I’m a urinating guy!”
2. Our second boy: The more I think about this, the more I’m thankful that I will have two boys. This will make clothing shopping easier and planning activities much simpler. I don’t have to take one kid to Disney Princesses on Ice and the other to something else. Now they can both go to Disney Princesses on Ice! I just feel I’m more suited for boys, as genderizing as it sounds. Maybe because I have such large, mannish hands. Maybe because I can put together an IKEA desk by myself but I do not know how to french braid hair and most days I have to double check that I’m not wearing two different shoes. For years, I didn’t know that blush goes on the cheeks and not the forehead. And now I have a little boy, a second little snuggler who will love me as I love him already.
3. My family: I don’t talk about my brother in glowing terms often, mostly because these compliments are hampered by memories of his telling me to lick nine-volt batteries or his handing the telephone to me while announcing, “TELL THIS BOY YOU’RE BUSY.” But I’m so grateful that my brother, his wife and their son live just minutes away and that our boys squeal at the sight of each other. Nathan will ask, “Mom? Where’s Ando?! Ando got a time-out!” And this is usually at night, when I’m sure my nephew Alejandro is sleeping and not in confinement. I’m also grateful for my sister Bobbie, whom I talk to EVERY DAY. She is my BFF. I am thankful that I have someone like her in my life and that we both have pretty awesome impressions of our mother.
4. My husband. Lately, it’s been the little things like coming home with groceries and a fruit-flavored dessert instead of Moose Tracks ice cream (which is fine, but not my favorite). When I asked him what brought on this act of REMEMBERING WHAT YOUR WIFE OF FOUR YEARS LIKES, he said, “I know you like fruity things.” True dat, homes. Like my girl Liz Lemon says, “I love fruit…flavored toaster pastries!” For Christmas, he paid my tuition for a stand-up comedy class in which the final calls for students to actually perform a five-minute routine. I love that there’s someone in this house who finds me funny, who believes enough in me that he thinks that I can do this. For that, I’m thankful. I would sing him this song, but I don’t have the vocal range. You should be thankful for that.
What are you thankful for?