I like to tease Red about being a famous blogger. She has people who read the Tent religiously and join the comment party on every post and I love that. Since my sad and neglected blog (which I am certain is read only by those who know me in real life, and probably not even them anymore, since my updates are so sporadic and lame) occupies space on her sidebar and since she often gets questions about who the bit players in her posts are, I am giving it a facelift and a new identity, pledging to update more frequently, and offering this mini photo essay about Flux and me.
Us. We met nine years ago in a Telnet chat room called MuMu Land. It's amazing to me that that's how we originally learned of one another's existence, that the doofy kid from Brooklyn that I spoke to on the phone occasionally would be my future spouse, but there it is. We met in person when he and his friend came to Boston on vacation. I brought a friend and no expectations. We ended up hanging out the whole week. My friend and his friend dated for two years, and of course Joe and I went on to get married (in a church, under a huppah, by a rabbi and a deacon), evolve in our living quarters from a crappy Bensonhurst apartment to a suburban split-level house with a fenced backyard, and create the most beautiful child in the universe. Unbelievable, seriously.
Our girl. She brings us ridiculous joy every day. At two months old she likes to coo, smile, laugh (a single-syllable cackle but she's working on it), lick things, and take in the world with her bright, inquisitive eyes. She holds her head steady, sleeps through the night, gazes out the car window, loves being on her changing table, likes to be with people, does well in restaurants and while shopping, and has such long eyelashes they look fake. She's awesome. I think she should marry Sundry's Riley in about 25 years.
Home, where Olivia and I spend most of our time these days. My maternity leave is ending; I go back to work October 2. Part of me is looking forward to putting on dress pants and clicky-heeled shoes and going to the office to converse with adults and type purposeful emails, but the rest of me knows how much I'm going to miss being home. The only reason I am not bawling my eyes out every day is because my mom is going to be taking care of her full time.
But seriously. How could you be okay with spending nine hours in a stupid cubicle when you could be contemplating the infinite cuteness of these?
And while we're making connections, I met both Red and Carly at the shitty, schmoozy company where we all worked a few years ago. They never worked there at the same time and only actually met recently. Red and I worked there for months without knowing each other; she was in a different group and upstairs people (her) and downstairs people (me) hardly even acknowledged one another, much less socialized. So Red's and my first conversation, I want to say, was when I interviewed her to join our group. She did, and then our boss resigned and I was promoted, which was almost weird because Red would've worked for me, but she got laid off before that happened. My only real memory of working with her is that she had a lamp in her cube. Around the same time, Carly got hired (I know - hiring and laying off at the same time? SOP there) and we became friends almost immediately. I met her exactly too soon to invite her to my wedding, which is too bad because (a) I definitely wasted a few invitations on randoms and (b) she could have seen how Red's then-boyfriend heroically stepped in for an asshole groomsman who flaked at the last minute. Anyway, the following year, Carly and I got laid off within two weeks of each other and spent the next six months suffering anxiety at being unemployed.
Straight Girl Slumming It and I are also connected... we go all the way back to junior high school. And she was there the day in 12th grade that we both learned about MuMu Land. If you can believe it, she met her husband there too. Fucking weird, the way that all worked out.
Us. We met nine years ago in a Telnet chat room called MuMu Land. It's amazing to me that that's how we originally learned of one another's existence, that the doofy kid from Brooklyn that I spoke to on the phone occasionally would be my future spouse, but there it is. We met in person when he and his friend came to Boston on vacation. I brought a friend and no expectations. We ended up hanging out the whole week. My friend and his friend dated for two years, and of course Joe and I went on to get married (in a church, under a huppah, by a rabbi and a deacon), evolve in our living quarters from a crappy Bensonhurst apartment to a suburban split-level house with a fenced backyard, and create the most beautiful child in the universe. Unbelievable, seriously.
Our girl. She brings us ridiculous joy every day. At two months old she likes to coo, smile, laugh (a single-syllable cackle but she's working on it), lick things, and take in the world with her bright, inquisitive eyes. She holds her head steady, sleeps through the night, gazes out the car window, loves being on her changing table, likes to be with people, does well in restaurants and while shopping, and has such long eyelashes they look fake. She's awesome. I think she should marry Sundry's Riley in about 25 years.
Home, where Olivia and I spend most of our time these days. My maternity leave is ending; I go back to work October 2. Part of me is looking forward to putting on dress pants and clicky-heeled shoes and going to the office to converse with adults and type purposeful emails, but the rest of me knows how much I'm going to miss being home. The only reason I am not bawling my eyes out every day is because my mom is going to be taking care of her full time.
But seriously. How could you be okay with spending nine hours in a stupid cubicle when you could be contemplating the infinite cuteness of these?
And while we're making connections, I met both Red and Carly at the shitty, schmoozy company where we all worked a few years ago. They never worked there at the same time and only actually met recently. Red and I worked there for months without knowing each other; she was in a different group and upstairs people (her) and downstairs people (me) hardly even acknowledged one another, much less socialized. So Red's and my first conversation, I want to say, was when I interviewed her to join our group. She did, and then our boss resigned and I was promoted, which was almost weird because Red would've worked for me, but she got laid off before that happened. My only real memory of working with her is that she had a lamp in her cube. Around the same time, Carly got hired (I know - hiring and laying off at the same time? SOP there) and we became friends almost immediately. I met her exactly too soon to invite her to my wedding, which is too bad because (a) I definitely wasted a few invitations on randoms and (b) she could have seen how Red's then-boyfriend heroically stepped in for an asshole groomsman who flaked at the last minute. Anyway, the following year, Carly and I got laid off within two weeks of each other and spent the next six months suffering anxiety at being unemployed.
Straight Girl Slumming It and I are also connected... we go all the way back to junior high school. And she was there the day in 12th grade that we both learned about MuMu Land. If you can believe it, she met her husband there too. Fucking weird, the way that all worked out.
2 Comments:
Yay!
Just came across your blog and love your writing. You have a beautiful baby and home!
I'm sure you'll be happy and sad about going back to work, but we all need to do what we need to do. That's great that your mother is watching her. That would make me feel better, too.
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