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Aug. 27th, 2009 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicMy brother William and his family flew in to Portland yesterday afternoon. McKenzie offered to pick them up while my folks and I stayed back at their place, since there wouldn't be room in the car for all of us. "What should we do while you're gone?" I asked, meaning "Should we get lunch or go into town or something?" because we had talked about meeting everyone for lunch somewhere...so that's why I was asking. Z didn't really get that, and just said, "Why don't you talk to your parents?" My mom immediately shot me a look with bright eyes wide open and said "What have you got to tell us?!" in a way that clearly meant "OMG YOU'RE PREGNANT!"
Umm, jeez. Not pregnant! Not ever going to be! And I was pretty sure my mom was cool with that. In fact, she's always been very supportive of my childless by choice stance. So I guess it caught me a little off guard that she seemed so excited about the prospect of spawn. But it's not gonna happen. I hope she doesn't start pressuring me. That would be lame.
I adore my nieces, and the thought that William and Rachel might have another child (MIGHT) is a really exciting idea, but being around my nieces just further enforces how much I do not want to reproduce. Doing anything with them is truly like herding cats. It takes literally hours to get ready to get going, and then the going is oft interrupted by diaper changes or exercises in hard headedness by one or more people in the party, including, but absolutely not limited to, those in the party under six years old. Impatient as I tend to be, I just know that this would not fly for me as a lifestyle. I respect the hell out of my brother and sister-in-law for how well they do it, and they really love being parents, so I'm glad it's the life they got.
Today we went to Mount Hood and Multnomah Falls, and tomorrow we're going to Tillamook to see the cheese factory and eat delicious ice cream. It's a lot of time on the road, which I wish we could space out more leisurely, but the folks are here for less than a full week, and who knows when they'll be back again. I want to cram in all the best parts. (Also hard when the kids go to bed at 7, and the bedtime routine has to start way before that.)
Random tangential thought: I'm really looking forward to about ten years down the road, when Lucy is old enough to watch out for herself for the most part, when I can bring her to Falcon Ridge. This is assuming that she'll want to go, but I think she will. She's being raised a little hippie, and I would love to make that our thing. Frankie, too, when she's also old enough for me to take her without worrying that I'd have to watch her the whole time, or that it would be wrong for me to partake in the chatkas.
Tomorrow is my parents' 45th anniversary. Isn't that incredible? Z turns 30 on Sunday. Wow and wow.
Peace.
Umm, jeez. Not pregnant! Not ever going to be! And I was pretty sure my mom was cool with that. In fact, she's always been very supportive of my childless by choice stance. So I guess it caught me a little off guard that she seemed so excited about the prospect of spawn. But it's not gonna happen. I hope she doesn't start pressuring me. That would be lame.
I adore my nieces, and the thought that William and Rachel might have another child (MIGHT) is a really exciting idea, but being around my nieces just further enforces how much I do not want to reproduce. Doing anything with them is truly like herding cats. It takes literally hours to get ready to get going, and then the going is oft interrupted by diaper changes or exercises in hard headedness by one or more people in the party, including, but absolutely not limited to, those in the party under six years old. Impatient as I tend to be, I just know that this would not fly for me as a lifestyle. I respect the hell out of my brother and sister-in-law for how well they do it, and they really love being parents, so I'm glad it's the life they got.
Today we went to Mount Hood and Multnomah Falls, and tomorrow we're going to Tillamook to see the cheese factory and eat delicious ice cream. It's a lot of time on the road, which I wish we could space out more leisurely, but the folks are here for less than a full week, and who knows when they'll be back again. I want to cram in all the best parts. (Also hard when the kids go to bed at 7, and the bedtime routine has to start way before that.)
Random tangential thought: I'm really looking forward to about ten years down the road, when Lucy is old enough to watch out for herself for the most part, when I can bring her to Falcon Ridge. This is assuming that she'll want to go, but I think she will. She's being raised a little hippie, and I would love to make that our thing. Frankie, too, when she's also old enough for me to take her without worrying that I'd have to watch her the whole time, or that it would be wrong for me to partake in the chatkas.
Tomorrow is my parents' 45th anniversary. Isn't that incredible? Z turns 30 on Sunday. Wow and wow.
Peace.
