Tuesday, May 3, 2005

Well, that was a long time coming I don't even remember when I started writing that last post; maybe Friday night after we came home from the seder, more likely Saturday night, with, phew, one child put to bed and the smaller, less vexing one (and I say that with love for the big boy) still awake but on her way out. A wise friend of mine said that once you're a parent, the days are long but the weeks are incredibly short. With two kids, the days just feel long, but they're over in a heartbeat, so full is your time with tending to their many needs and desires. It's like running full speed across a playing field and then stopping short, not believing that you've come to the goal--and then realizing, somehow, that you've left the ball behind, and there's no way, now, to score. I'm making it sound hopeless, and it's not, but I have the constant sense (which I had before I had kids, so now it's just intensified) that there is no time at all for all that has to be done. And yet, I can sit so happily nursing the Babe and looking at her sometimes blue/sometimes hazel eyes (still can't figure out what color they are, which is like a zen koan made flesh) and be completely still and stressless in time; I have the same feeling lying on Dido's bed at the end of the day making up pirate stories to put him to sleep. 9:14:53 AM     comment [] trackback []

One down, one to go Bedtime, that is. Actually, the Babe is also asleep, in her fabulous pram, and the big kid is in his bed, if not asleep, then nearly so, as he's exhausted. Last night, we had a belated Passover seder with dear friends. We're not Jewish, but Passover with this family has become a meaningful and important tradition for us, to the point that I get really pouty when we don't get to spend a seder evening with them...bless my friend (who, by the way, is a Catholic shiksa married to a nice Jewish boy) who took pity on my pouty self this year, and despite having to travel to NY for the holiday with her inlaws, came back and threw an unprecedented third seder just for us goyim. From haroset to brisket, it was divine. I have come to specialize in passover desserts, ever since I made a really good (no, REALLY good) chocolate cake a couple of years ago. You can find the recipe here, but I usually omit the cognac and lemon and orange zest. 9:07:45 AM     comment [] trackback []