2.0, A Happy Birthday Post

It is two years since he arrived like this.
I did not plan a moment of him. I fulfill the stereotype of declining angst to his care. It has been said that my son is my heart and my patience. Each child has given me a precious insight and a personal betterment. This I never expected.

It has been said, for all I did to expel him that day in July now I wanna do as many things as I can to cling to him and keep him close. Here he is today, seven weeks two-years old. Ah, the pleasantness of what he left inside me for him, of what he puts there with each new day and the awe of all he is becoming here on the outside.




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I thank God that I have loved you every moment as yourself. Never a moment were you the commodity BABY. I detest the commodity "baby" and how society offers so much to make us anxious about baby minding and so little about loving and caring for Julian, or Alec or D'Qwell or whatver their names are. I love this person so much.






I do cry now it's true. A few tears of love and pleasure, a moments greed for all I have had for these two years and then collapse in every chamber of my heart for wanting it to stretch on forever. I have no proportion. I would persist eternally if I could in our ketchup splashed luncheon. Please boy-o rework my knees with your new toy screwdriver. Tally-ho! that bright green stroller, you and I. Must the sun set at the gaudy play boat in the middle of the park?

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July 17 2006 you were late.
So late.

Not quite an image of us.
Are you ours?

Busy and loving.
Handsome. robust.

Elsewhere I suppose I am a planner.
Here, you make me love surprises.

Here. Hear.

Babysitter 2.0 You Make me Nervous

So it's 2.0 week here at Chez Wo and oh what a Wo it is.

I never did secure a nanny share to cover my 3 day a week childcare gap. I have tried family coverage and a few teen babysitters. Last week our babysitter chose to use our laptop during her off time and didn't she leave a shocking two tabs open on our browser.

1. Some skanky youtube music video had me sneering at p-man's invasion of her privacy. But 2. I snapped to attention when the next tab -- her facebook account -- produced this commentary on my little boy to group members she was writing to from our computer.


Wow. I guess when my gut told me the nuthatch didn't really like her, I should have gone with that. He seems a pretty good judge of character.

And, let me say right now I thank my lucky stars for anonymous commenter from last week and their timely input "your kid's not going to throw sand when s/he's a teenager, it's just an age-specific behaviour, no matter what Grandma [or snarky babysitter] says"

thankyouthankyouthankyou.

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But what do you think? I never confronted this little bag about the posting. It's not that I feel we invaded her privacy but rather that I would not want to deny another family the possibility of her repeating this dumb choice of not logging her account out if she's the sort to make a habit of posting bitchy callous comments. Do you think it was prying on our part? Tell me do you surf babysitters on facebook? I find most have set up private only profiles but I still try. And, I must confess to a certain access lust outcome of this totally 2.0 experience. Someday my daughter will have a private online space like that and a bit of bizzare time travel made me wish I could call our sitter's parents and make them look at the stuff I had on my computer for that while. I wanted to stay logged in and know what she said the next day or the next. Or maybe today when I fired her but that did seem a bit much to me.

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On the upside we have now actually listened to some new music

Another Little 2.0 Girl

A while back in the melee of childcare gaps I sent my girl to the outlaws. Now I would have sent her, usually, only for a half day but my MIL was sort of keen so what the hell.

Now when I picked her up she was screaming bloody murder. She'd emptied a bottle of perfume into her eye in between eating nothing and watching TV all afternoon. I remained calm. These things happen I said, cringing at the green eyeshadow on my dressed up little girl.

A week hence I saw what else she done on that day. "Oma helped me make a movie." Remember I helped the in-laws set up that new computer... well Oma has become a web 2.0 junkie. And now, at not quite four my daughter has made her first movie. She thinks its pretty cool and so do I. Cue the thunderbolts and tiny men in suits facing the Girl Friday's uber avatar. You have some competition Mad.