Saturday, May 20, 2006

You've got to put one foot in front of the other, put the other foot down, down, down

Whew! Long time no post. Sorry about that. My excuse is two-fold:

First, we were out of town from Wednesday to Saturday last week at my mom's down in New Jersey. I know, I know, you can post to Blogger from any Internet-enabled computer, but who wants to blog when you can watch your mother's brand-new High Definition Plasma Super Duper Extra Fabulous 48" screen television? Seriously, it's the nicest thing in her condo. I was afraid to ask how much it cost in case it was more than our car. We actually didn't spend all our time watching TV (although we did watch The 40-Year-Old Virgin, which was hysterical, and criminally under-represented at the Oscars). My dad's parents (Mom-mom and Pop-pop) came up to visit with us one day, and KB had his Penn fellowship interview the next day, and then we drove home the following day, so it was a short visit.

Secondly, both Nolan and I came down with a cold on the Sunday following our return from my mom's. I'm not sure who the vector was, since my mom and my grandmother also reported having the same cold, but I'm going to blame it on Nolan, or, more specifically, another baby in his playgroup. We spent all of Sunday (yes! my first Mother's Day!*) sniffling and snorting and moaning about our sore throats (well, I moaned. Nolan was just a snottier, slightly less-energetic version of his usual self). Now we're feeling better but KB is feeling not-so-hot. Sigh. I guess we can expect...oh...a hundred or so more viruses like this before Nolan starts pre-school.

Thirdly (three! three main weapons!), Nolan is seriously crawling. Like, freaky speed-crawling. And climbing. And pulling up on things. He has morphed into a small demon overnight. I keep thinking that there's another baby around here somewhere - didn't I have a baby named Nolan who was a little bundle? Who stayed where I put him? Who ate what I gave him? Where did he go? Seriously, not in a misty, metaphorical oh-where-has-my-baby-gone kind of way, but in an actual, physical way. I keep having these moments of panic, thinking, "Ohmygod, where did I put the baby?" until I realize that THIS IS THE BABY. This small child pounding on the oven door with a spatula and trying to shove his hand through the screen door. It's the same person. I suppose it will sink in eventually, but in the meantime I feel like I'm babysitting someone else's toddler and waiting for the REAL parent to come back. The one who knows everything.

When are they coming?

Thanks for reading.

*Thanks for the cards and phone calls on Mother's Day, my non-baby-having friends! It's so nice to be remembered and appreciated by people who don't have any kidlets running around! Since KB was working all day, it was truly the highlight of my day.


Latent Photographer said...

Sorry to but into your blog, but I have a question. I'm searching for the song which has the same lyrics as the title of this blog post... "put one foot in front of the other"... etc. Could you help me ID it? I'd really appreciate it. Thank you very much.


thptpth said...


It's called, oddly enough, "One Foot In Front Of The Other" and it's by a group called Bone Symphony. I have it on the Revenge of the Nerds movie soundtrack. Ahem.

Latent Photographer said...

Excellent. Thank you very much. The title to the song makes sense... heh heh. I had a feeling that the name of the song must be something like that but when I googled the only page which was relevant to the song was yours. I appreciate your help. ;-)