Little League

It is highly unusual for any of our family members to get up at 7:00 on a Sunday. But today is Jonah's first Little League practice. So I got up first and made breakfast then the others slowly filtered in to eat. Except Maya. She stayed in bed whimpering. Unfortunately she is like her mother used to be when it comes to early, unwanted wake ups. She is a lot less nasty than I was though, and recovers quicker. I guess there is hope. Jonah was a little nervous. This is really his first time doing something sporty just for him (as opposed to a tag along to big sister). There is something so yummy in his little-boyness these days. I don't know how to explain it--something about being low maintenance in the way that girls take more energy, innocently rough and tumble and willing to eat huge quantities at a single sitting that deeply satisfies the maternal urge to nurture. Boys seem to feel one emotion at a time, unfettered by the whirling complexity and the shades of innuendo of their female siblings. True, they may have no idea what that emotion is until you point it out to them, or that emotion may include taking punches or throwing things. But it isn't rocket science to figure it out. The other thing I note of late, at least for my boy, is that he is unlikely to be considering other people's feelings. While this may be a distinct disadvantage later on, right now it makes for pretty straightforward processing. Maya is much more likely to be tortured by her impact on others.
So the three of them headed out the door into this spring morning--Jonah with his new mitt on the wrong hand and backwards, a baseball cap on his freshly cut hair and butterflies in his stomach. I hope it goes well. Maya is just along for the ride--another big sister friend of hers will be there too.
Yesterday was sort of Maya's day--she had a Victorian era tea party for a friend's birthday. It was so sweet--the parents were the "servants" and there was every variety of finger sandwich and fancy jams for the scones. Their party favors included real china cups and saucers and lavender sachets to make at home. Then her and I went on a bike ride around the Harlem Meer--well, she rode and I walked the dog. It was beautiful and warm. The daffodils are out and the tulips are almost there.
Friday we spent the day in Brooklyn at our friends' house. We had homemade fettucine for lunch and my friend watched the kids while I had my hair cut at a Sicilian hair salon down the street. It was delightful to hear them banter in their thick accents as they sauntered around between clients in their leather boots, leggings and unselfconscious beauty. Tall, dark haired, not afraid to flaunt their curves, or to tell someone off. I loved them!
Brett recovered from his all nighter at work and spent the past two days doing amazing things around the apartment. Like removing the windows and making them spotless and detailing out the fridge. He is all packed and ready for his trip to Barbados--he leaves in the middle of the night tonight and will be gone until Thursday. Who would have thought a year ago that he would be diving in the Caribbean for work?
Flipper is still, well, flipping. Things are supposed to be getting too tight in there for that, but the tummy tumbles are still going strong. I am 32 weeks along this weekend. I know, pictures soon. Still feeling great, and sleeping better too. Definitely I am starting to waddle a little bit, and I am on track to gain the same exact amount of weight as I have in the past.