Oct 19, 2013
I like Jim Gaffigan. I liked him even more after finding out that he has five kids and lives in a two-bedroom five-story walk up apartment in New York City. Some how he found time to write a book and so I made sure that I read it. Dad is Fat is a series of short essays on what happens when one has so many kids. Notice I said "so" and not "too".
Devang and I are of the we-want-many-kids camp and so I read this book as an insight on what our lives might be in the future. What I found out is that I can getaway without moving to the suburbs and that elevators are over rated (and that I would complain about space and stairs all my life).
Gaffigan lovingly refers to his herd of kids as "a basketball team" or "population of North Dakota". He talks about day to day activities of eating breakfast, going to the park, going to bed, eating dinner at a restaurant, attending kids birthday parties, vacations, all of which seems crazy to accomplish with five kids. There are nothing but funny anecdotes that made me laugh out loud. It is by no means a book of complains, in fact it is better than that. It made me feel less crazy for wanting so many kids. I would rather have expecting parents read this book than some baby book. It's less scary this way.
There is something for everyone in here including the people who have kids, want to have kids someday, or just want to be the one who point and laugh at others with kids. Definitely an add-your-name-to-the-library-waiting-list-to-read-it kind of book.
Oct 14, 2013
It's true what they say about babies being a lot of work, (these days I go to sleep feeling like I just ran a marathon, which is great because then I don't have to run one for real) but I am surprised that no one warns you about how much fun they are. It's funny how holding a warm, soft, smooth ball of baby in your arms puts everything in perspective. In fact I have never complained so little in my life before. And wait till they burrow their tiny little face into your neck and wrap their tiny little hands around you - it's like winning the lottery every day.
Being a mom also makes one realize that you were a turd for telling your parents that you know what you are doing in life at sixteen. Asha is not quite there yet but I can already see how eager she is to do things on her own. She is invincible in her mind and will continue to feel so until she has her own kids to set things straight.
Dottie, recently gave Asha a present from her trip to the Balkans which sums up everything I can say about Motherhood. It's a bib that reads in Serbian Ja Sam Sreca Najveca - I am the Greatest Happiness. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Jul 17, 2013
It was Tuesday evening and I was on my way home from work when Devang texted me asking if we should go to the beach and indulge in some Volleyball. It's July and I hadn't yet been anywhere close to the Lake, so I quickly replied with a "oooo yeaa". We packed the essentials, sun-blocked the munchkin and looked forward to seeing if she would enjoy her first trip to the water.
North Avenue Beach was packed. A thin mist of sand, from the many volleyball games going on, hung in the air. Asha looked around as if she had landed on Mars. She was so intrigued and excited by the whole scene. Her tiny feet liked the dry sand but not so much the water. I stayed with her and read my book while Devang played volleyball. Then we took some beautiful pictures and called it a day.
Hanging out at the beach on a hot summer day was a lot of fun.