Saturday was his birthday, so Grandma and Grandpa came from Connecticut and we went to the New York Transit Museum, because among his favorite things of course are trains, which he calls nee. For an hour or so he ran up and down all the old nee while the rest of us tried to keep up with him and his brother, and then we returned home for dinner, homemade chocolate cake with plenty of frosting, and a few gifts, including his very own green scooter.
I expect that like his brother, he will shed his babyness in this, his third year. With delight and sorrow I watch him grow — into less and less my baby, and more and more his own little boy.
These days my favorite day is Friday, and my favorite part of each Friday usually happens right after L and I pick up the Gnome from day care, when Brian meets up with us somewhere along Cortelyou Road. At the end of a long, hard week, our family is reunited for a lazy evening at home. Brian and I enjoy some wine, we order pizza for dinner, and we collapse on the couch to watch TV together after the children are asleep.
Though our Fridays may be neither glamorous nor all that romantic, it’s telling, I think, that I always imagine a full or fattening moon hanging over us through these nights. Tonight, I expect actually to see such a moon. Happy Valentine’s Day!
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