Baby Love
Most people usually feel very strongly about Valentine’s Day – you either love it or you hate it. You either declare it a manufactured Hallmark holiday and go on a chocolate martini binge with your best girlfriends, or you casually mark up your favorite pieces of jewelry in the latest Tiffany’s catalog and place it in your lover’s underwear drawer next to the cinnamon-flavored lube.
Yep, your feelings about Valentine’s Day are pretty cut and dry – until you become a parent.
Now, I’m one of those rare people who was always ambivalent about this particular “holiday.” On the one hand, it’s just plain cheesy. It does reek of Hallmark. And on top of that, it always seems to screw up my birthday, which is just four days later.
On the other hand, it totally sucks when everyone at work is getting a cube-full of candy and roses, talking about dinner at Skies and dessert ala Victoria’s Secret, while you sit in a barren cube, starving to death in threadbare underwear you wouldn’t be caught dead in.
So, I was pretty happy if my lover, and eventually my husband, managed to find a middle ground … let’s say a card, home-cooked dinner, and a brand-new bottle of cinnamon lube.
How did this all change when I became a parent? Well, I used to have just one Valentine. Now, I have three. And because I’m so damn busy nursing and potty training and scrubbing away puke and poop and – this week – fighting off the flu, I’ve forgotten all about the stupid made-up holiday. (Hmmm … can you see which way I’m going here?)
Yes, motherhood almost made me take a side – the Valentine’s Grinch! But then, I took a “mommy” time out, grabbed some scrap paper, crayons and water paints (Sophia’s recent Christmas gifts) and went over to the cheesy side after all!
I wrote Daddy a silly little poem from Sophia and Augustus. Then, I decided to write up a little something for Soph and Gus from me. It’s “10 Things I Love About You.” It’s more than plain cheesy. It totally reeks of Hallmark. Hell, it reeks of sappy, untattooed baby books. But if feels so mother-loving … good.
10 Things I Love About Sophia
1. I love the twin dimples just above your shoulder blades.
2. I love how you grunt in frustration when I do something annoying – like tie your shoe or make you pick up your books – and you go along with it anyway.
3. I love your laugh – especially when you scrunch up your entire face and snort.
4. I love how you repeat every word you say twice, particularly the word “milk” when you clearly mean “water.”
5. I love it when you say, “come, come” when you want to be held.
6. I love your crazy squat dance (and, one day, your quads will love it, too).
7. I love it when you “read” to yourself and yell out “noisies!”
8. I love it when you’re all wrapped up in your purple hippo towel smiling and shivering after your “baf.”
9. I love the look in your eyes when you’ve accomplished your latest feat (such as learning the letter H).
10. I love it when you say, “I-You!” (translation: I love you) right before Daddy puts you to bed.
10 Things I Love About Gus
1. I love it when your left dimple appears, because it only appears when your over-the-top happy.
2. I love that you’re the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up.
3. I love it when you growl at my nipple if something is obstructing it.
4. I love that you’ve smiled from day one, even in your dreams.
5. I love how the teddy bear face on your onesie is so stretched out that his smile reaches around your tummy and to your back.
6. I love that you always want to sit up to see the world.
7. I love that your favorite place to sleep is on my chest.
8. I love that terrible little pout your lips make just before you’re about to cry.
9. I love your curly eyelashes.
10. I love the smell of your sweet milk breath when you yawn.