percy’s hat game is airtight.
it’s not the zombie apocalypse
it’s just people smoking weird drugs made in someone’s basement because they can’t afford rocks. yet another reason i’m glad to live in new york where your regular bread and butter narcotics are cheap and plentiful! crackheads and dope fiends i can deal with. they might run you for your iphone or scream weird things at you when you pass, but they are not going to fuck around and eat your face off.
live at the bbq
guess who snuck out to her neighbor’s backyard cookout yesterday, passed percy off to a gaggle of adoring metalhead dudes, drank a modelo/rosemary limeade shandy, and ate a bunch of swordfish and oysters fresh from the cape? this guy! and it was glorious. the boy wanted badly to do a face plant in the fish, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy having his toes licked by friendly puppies. second beer in over a year. really cutting loose over here.
sometimes we can be so ape-like in our mothering. you don’t realize until you watch yourself and actually hear the strange noises you make, and then you’re like, wow, i am on some ancient primal playtime with mom shit.
just teaching percy about myspace angles, nbd.
ask the audience
it’s time to buy baby’s first sippy cup for water, and the variety is overwhelming. what kinds worked best for your babes?
early morning sitting practice.
ew.
just pulled percy’s car seat out of the corner it’s been sitting in since we brought him home from the hospital and found the baseboard behind it covered in roaches. after i screamed like a little bitch, wrung my hands in distress, and finally cleared it out, i felt so disgusted and frustrated i wanted to cry. but percy needed me, so i fed him and put him down instead. and then i was calmer. isn’t it nice the way that works?
a serious roach infestation is hard, though. it makes you feel poor and dirty, even if you’re not. while i was nursing, to put some perspective on the issue, i started taking an inventory of roommates i’ve had in my pre-baby past and their guests: dealers and users of all stripes, people with animals who were never home to take care of them, travelling train hoppers who gave us fleas, girls who brought home random dudes every weekend who then proceeded to steal my shit, a part-time pimp slash unlicensed handgun owner, a guy whose girlfriend stabbed him in the neck with a pen, an afghanistan vet suffering from ptsd who would get wasted and break doors down, and a really, really bad dj who practiced loudly and often, to name a few. compared to that bunch, the roaches are actually pretty chill.
so yeah. if i look at where we were a year ago, and the year before that, and the year before that, where we are now is pretty remarkable. with the exception of the building’s maintenance man burning one down every afternoon directly under our bedroom window, there’s no illegal activity going on around us, we have our own safe space, we don’t live paycheck to paycheck, we are both on solid career paths. for people who have always had those things it might not seem like much, but it’s kind of a big deal to us to be so fully functional. we have everything we need; now we can focus on the gee-it’d-be-nice-ifs. next year at this time, we will have moved to a bug-free place with a room for percy and we’ll probably *gasp* even have a car to put that car seat in. the year after that? who knows! a dishwasher? a yard? sky’s the limit.
check in: 24 weeks
i want to start doing these every few weeks to help keep track of what’s new with mister percyface. things have been moving so fast this month, i feel like i need to write it all down or it’ll be gone forever. chronicling the fascinating (to me) minutia of a growing boy, from eating and sleeping to moving and playing, after the jump!
momminess
