Feels like we have loads of friends with kids these days. That makes it feel a bit more reasonable, what we’re headed in to. I finished the wood shed today, and today’s one of two days a friend of ours predicted Abby might go into labour. As I write this she’s in the other room feeling a bit strange. The first time feels difficult to know. The second time Abby goes into labour she’ll have this data to confirm or deny what’s going on, but right now it’s all frontier. I suppose that feeling of frontier’ll have a bit of staying power for a little while at least.
Things always change, that’s just part of it.
A change I saw coming today was illuminated in me by hotdogs. Abby and I had macaroni and cheese for dinner, kid dinner she called it. While preparing the box cheese I reflected on how much I adore hotdogs; the last hotdog I ate was at Home Depot with my dad and the last hotdog I prepared was with Jack a few months back. While thinking about those hotdogs it occured to me that by the time Jack comes back home I’ll almost certainly have a child to introduce him to. What’s more, when he comes by it’ll be with his wife, at least most of the time.
The days of stone-hauling, hotdog eating, beer drinking bro-downs aren’t done, Abby’s been enduring them for years and so will Elena, I’m sure, but they are more rarified. They’ll be more of a choice. Used to be that was most of what there was: smoking weed, watching anime, making art. Now the norm’s hanging out with toddlers, if this weekend is any indication of future trends.
That’s not a bad thing by any stretch, but it is a thing. It’s a thing I’m looking forward to, I think. Everybody we’ve been spending time with appears to be happier than any of the folks I used to smoke weed with, that’s for damn sure.
Things always change, that’s just part of it.
A change I saw coming today was illuminated in me by hotdogs. Abby and I had macaroni and cheese for dinner, kid dinner she called it. While preparing the box cheese I reflected on how much I adore hotdogs; the last hotdog I ate was at Home Depot with my dad and the last hotdog I prepared was with Jack a few months back. While thinking about those hotdogs it occured to me that by the time Jack comes back home I’ll almost certainly have a child to introduce him to. What’s more, when he comes by it’ll be with his wife, at least most of the time.
The days of stone-hauling, hotdog eating, beer drinking bro-downs aren’t done, Abby’s been enduring them for years and so will Elena, I’m sure, but they are more rarified. They’ll be more of a choice. Used to be that was most of what there was: smoking weed, watching anime, making art. Now the norm’s hanging out with toddlers, if this weekend is any indication of future trends.
That’s not a bad thing by any stretch, but it is a thing. It’s a thing I’m looking forward to, I think. Everybody we’ve been spending time with appears to be happier than any of the folks I used to smoke weed with, that’s for damn sure.