Since Halloween is my favorite holiday, here are a few things I wanted to record from Sprout’s first…
Scott and I made Ribollita soup like zombies at eleven at night before having friends over. We were sitting on the couch at ten thirty watching The Big Bang Theory apathetically, putting off cooking, until I just got up, turned on the stove and started cutting carrots. Then Scott joined and cut the rest of the veggies. He’s much better with a knife than me. Although, I do give myself credit for teaching him the trick of lining vegetables up in a row and then cutting them all at once. Not sure anyone on the Food Network would approve of this method, but it’s quick. Chopping food eats up valuable phone, reading and sleep time when you are new parents, so the more efficient you can be, the better.
The next day we surfed and played in the ocean even though the tide was too high and there were a million people out. I called them “barn balls” when retelling the tales from our session to my dad, who had stayed behind to watch Sprout. He questioned the meaning of the obvious diss. “Like Barneys, of course… Dumb Dumbs who almost run your legs over when they’re just trying to go straight and then take every single set wave that comes in.” He understood. I guess my free-spirited, go-with-the-flow, enjoy-it-all, post-pregnancy-surf-psyche might be fading.
There were only about ten friends who came over for the party. Which, although this might sound potentially pathetic, was just the perfect amount. I got to talk to each one about real things and actually eat the food I spent time making. I even remembered to light the candles and put on music. Bliss. Sprout was dressed like a pumpkin; probably the most predictable baby Halloween costume around, but I don’t care. It was so cute. She slept like a champ during some of the party even though we never made any attempts at being quiet. I take back any frustrated feelings I harbored about her sleep habits in the beginning. She is a dream. Today she slept through our smoke detector beeping because of a low battery, but now I’ll probably worry that she won’t hear such things when she’s older if there’s an actual emergency.
I’ll never forget the hug my friend Jenny gave me when she found out about Maddie’s cancer. I’m trying to organize in my head all the things that help and don’t help when you are struggling with something sad or hard in your life. Hugs help the most. They say it all.
The girls all sat around the living room talking about pumping and diaper rash and different baby apparatuses. None of the wine we bought got drunk because all the girls were busy breastfeeding. I did have a hard cider though. It tasted like the special occasion sodas my mom used to let me have when I was a kid. Got a good report card? You can have some Cactus Cooler to celebrate. Survived the infant days as a first time mom? Have a hard apple cider.
Halloween night we left Sprout with my parents for three hours, which is approximately how much time it took me to actually leave. I was an anxious, nervous wreck, reminding the woman that raised me and my two sisters how to warm a bottle. Sprout didn’t even know we were gone and I almost won “King of the Hill” elimination flip cup.