Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I'm really not a very computer-savvy person. In fact, my friend, Jocelyn, had to try and attempt to even get me logged on to my own blog today; it appears I forgot my password. On top of that, how does one get computer-savvy when trying to keep an eye on three kids? While we were futzing with the blog, Elias decided to ride a tricycle down a short flight of stairs. He quickly recovered, but we were sure glad it happened after his two year old physical.
New parents, of course, find great camaraderie in sharing and swapping stories about their kids' doctor's appointments. It seems like a kind of machismo to boast about your child's height or weight or even how well they did while they were being poked and prodded. Today I expected a litany of questions around developmental issues. Instead, I think we answered a half dozen and the climax of the performance was Elias jumping out of his father's lap when the doctor asked, "Can he jump?"
A friend of mine in our playgroup had sent us a questionnaire that their doctor had them do with their children at home. I must admit my heart raced when I opened it. Can he string beads with a shoe lace? Goodness gracious. I'm not sure we could find a shoelace or a bead on which to string it. And I've never noticed whether he could imitate a nonsense drawing of mine. But, as I glanced through the list I realized that Elias could do most of the things the little survey wanted him to do.
My social science husband set us all straight though. He says that people always lie on surveys. After all, we know that people lie about church attendance by looking at church records. We know that people lie about voting practices by actually exit polls. And we assume people lie about sex if you've ever read Cosmo. So, why wouldn't parents lie about their own kids?
Speaking about lying about kids, it appears I have made up this incredible fantasy that I am having a baby. My belly is so large that people have no shame in asking me when my due date is. I love telling them it is beyond my EDD (estimated due date) and now were are in (ADD) After Due Date mode. When people ask Elias where his baby is, he still points to his own belly. And he also has included Daddy's belly in his repertoire. So, we are watching and waiting and waking up each morning and saying...Did I make this whole thing up? I really do wish that it was Advent. It would be great sermon writing material and even better images for delivery of the...sermon. ( No pun intended.) But, if the Son of Man does not even know the hour at which the Second Coming is, I guess I just have to be patient and watch and wait. Oh, Advent come quickly.