I don't use an alarm clock.
I don't use a calendar either, for the most part.
At the doctor's office I don't accept reminder cards for my next appointment, they just clutter up my car, and I don't need them.
I rarely use grocery lists or recipes or take notes.
Parenting has produced a completely unanticipated form of the postpartum stupids for me.
I'm forgetting things that I never forget.
Passover started two nights ago. Since Kate's not Jewish and I'm not observant we don't get hung up on the date for doing Passover, but we like doing the Seder. We did it for fifteen years or so out in Sauk at our friends Brad and Bev's farmhouse. They moved to Kentucky two summers ago. Last year we skipped Passover because we couldn't figure out how to do it as well as we did it at the farm. Kate had talked about going out to Kentucky for Passover this year, but of course, that was before pregnancy. So, this was going to be another year of skipping Passover, but an opportunity to do it with our friends Chris and Sue came up. Chris and I have been friends for over fifteen years. He'd been to a few of the Farm Seders over the years. They also have other friends that they do Passover with regularly, but were skipping this year. So, spur of the moment a couple of weeks ago (right after Sam was born) we agreed to do Passover this past Sunday at their place. We briefly discussed menu, and timing, and made sure that the scheduling worked for their sixteen year old daughter and her boyfriend. Everything was all set. Except that I completely forgot that this past Sunday was the last night of my hockey league.
That wouldn't necessarily be a big deal, except that I'm a coach for one of the teams, and the last night includes this little end of the season ceremony and I have to distribute participation awards to my team, and play in that nights game.
I completely forgot about it.
I never do stuff like that.
I called Chris two days after we made the plans to apologize profusely for my oversight and we rescheduled for this coming Sunday. Chris and Sue were eminently cool about it (no surprise there) and it was no problem. Except that I never do stuff like that.
I'm also forgetting things at the grocery store.
In one of his books Dave Barry talks about putting the baby seat on the roof of the car in order to put the groceries in the trunk, and then driving off with the baby seat still on the roof of the car.
I'm beginning to see the possibility for something like that to happen.
I'm assuming that this goes away when the baby sleeps through the night instead of in two and a half hour stretches (meaning, of course, that we're sleeping in those same stretches).
The baby is doing great. We had his second pediatrician appointment yesterday, and he checked out great. He's gained close to a pound and a half over his birth weight, and about an inch and a half in length (when does it become height?).
He had the messiest diaper of his life so far on the scale, of course. A six wiper. Six. He didn't seem to be the least embarrassed about this. Or particularly proud of it either, for that matter. The nurse acted like it was no big deal, but I'm pretty sure she was secretly mortified.
We're pretty sure he's outgrown the "N" sized diapers, since we've had a few in a row now that have leaked through. We got some donated diapers from a neighbor that they didn't use that are bigger, but they're awfully big on him. I need to buy some in the next size (1) and see if they're the same size as the ones that our neighbor gave us. These things aren't labeled, as far as I can see. If the ones we have are size 1 we're in trouble.
It means he's between sizes.
In diapers.
I'm pretty sure that nothing good can come of that.
He's still too small for the cloth system we have (he needs to be ten pounds for that). Maybe a different brand. Are those sizes standard? Hey Home Depot Guy, could you look into that and get back to me?
There was some other stuff I had intended to mention here, but I forgot what it was.
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Ah yes, forgetfulness. Well, Bev and I are still in the forgetting groove. But it did get better for us around Elsa's first birthday (or was that 10th birthday). Of course, it could be our advanced ages. Oh wait, you're that age now. Glad to see you remember our names though. We're doing passover this Friday. Still time to drive down. Ha!
ReplyDeleteOn the subject of forgetfulness: there have been fairly adult subjects frankly discussed in this blog, so I don't feel bad in bringing one up myself. Here it is:
ReplyDeleteMark, although you may be one person I know who's had more shots to the head than I have (maybe even more concussions), it has occurred to me from time to time that you may have benefitted from not doing lots and lots of hallucinogens and heavy drinking in your life. Yes, you have a tempestuous past, just not that KIND of of tempestuous. One who has indulged in such behavior might find themselves getting a little "spacy" (as today's kids say) from time to time, to the extent where they might have found themselves, once or twice, checking the mailbox without their pants on. Impressive, yes, but socially awkward.
"Schadenfreude" is a word not heard much in this country until recently.Leave it to the Germans to have such a term. Maybe it's from Yiddish, that would seem to make more sense. I don't actually feel it in this case; I'm just sitting here writing with a drink and no pants, the way much of my life is spent.
On the other hand: welcome to the Brotherhood of the Spacy, bro. No brain, no pain. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
And a six-wiper diaper? Daaaayamn! Bet you don't forget that one.