Oh the visit from a parent who lives overseas. Or two! I have Mom and Dad here right now, and my house is buzzing with their presence. Nash is a wild banshee showing off for them, its irresistible to see how excited he is to have them here. We are still working out names, but seems like Mom and Tomtom are sticking. Mom came about from him hearing me talking to her on Skype, mostly when the connection was cutting and I would try to see if she could hear me by saying, “Mom? Mom?” So, Mom it is, its seems. Thanks to my French-speaking husband, I am referred to as ‘Maman,’ so no conflict of interest here, if you were concerned about that.
As for Tomtom, I am not sure he isn’t confusing that for what he calls Uncle, which is Tonton. He has seen plenty of Uncle Rusty and Dad on Skype, so no telling, but Dad is definitely Tomtom now. And Nash calls for him incessantly. He’ll even take bites of food for Tomtom when he isn’t even in the room! “Eat your dinner so you can get big and strong and ride on Tomtom’s tractor!” Okay, so maybe that one is more for the tractor than Tomtom, but “Have a bite for Tomtom” has also been effective. Thanks to Tanya for the idea who was coercing her child with, “Bite for Mickey Mouse!” Or another super effective one? “Yo Gabba Gabba says eat your dinner!”
So yes, back to my units, having them here is wonderful, and the first of its nature since
Nash was only a wee six-week old! Mom has been here twice since my last SC visit, so very grateful for her enthusiasm for international travel, I must say! And oh, are we having fun. Walks to town, romps in the garden, Gymboree with an audience, running around a château while simultaneously doing a bit of wine tasting… and I am cooking up a storm with all the distraction for Nash! Its fantastic. (Okay, as fantastic as chopping half my nail off of my finger whilst chopping onions after a wee afternoon wine tasting can be… Aie!!)
I must admit, times like these I am always weighing the pros and cons of parents close by and those that live oh so far away. With Fred’s family who are close by, we visit relatively frequently. (Most of them, Tata Mag and Tonton Bastien are the exception in Canada, so ours is a visitation of even less frequency, sadly.) I wouldn’t say every other weekend, but every few weekends, and its great. Nash knows his aunt, uncle, cousins and Mamie quite well. He gets antsy in the backseat when we pull into the driveway out of excitement to play with everyone and have their affections showered upon him… I didn’t grow up with family this close to us, but the way that I felt about family visitations as a kid, I know I would have absolutely loved it.
Or would I have? Maybe the reason I would not be able to sleep at night in excited anticipation of visiting family from afar was because it WAS only a two-three time occurence per year. And then we’d have an entire chunk of two weeks to really spend quality time together, getting to the point where we get on each other’s nerves, and then moving beyond that to the real meat of relationships and togetherness.
But then you have to miss them for the next however many months and months until you see them again, that I remember not loving so much. Sometimes I toy with the idea of being closer to my family and then I realize that the months of planning and looking forward to seeing them, the joy at hugging after months of being away, and waking up to a coffee together day after day, this is something that I would also miss. It really is a toss up! And easy to write about with Dad softly snoring upstairs, Nash chatting in his bed about the day to come or dreams that he had last night, who knows, and Mom making her way down the stairs to a pot of freshly brewed…
Taste for the day:
This is an homage to my friend, Laura, who I have mentioned before. When she was living in Geneva around the time that Nash was born, she was cranking out all kinds of incredible baked goods to help keep my post-baby body all nice and cushy for breastfeeding… and one of my faves were Pumpking Chocolate Chip Cookies. Oh yummy delight of delights. Obviously my version wasn’t half the goodness of hers, but I am trying. I actually had to modify mid-batch. The agave completely liquified the dough (even when halving for the amount of the sweetener), so adding a half a cup extra of whole wheat flour sorted that right out. And that even happened after I tried cooking liqui-cookies on the sheet. Yeeks. In the bin directly.
So yes, cannot even find the actual recipe anymore, but mixed up whole wheat and spelt flours in place of white and subbed one of the cups of flour with flax-seed and oatmeal. Used a whole 2 cups of chocolate chips in my excitement of having some on hand again, now that Mom is here! Organic chocolate chips… mmmmmm. But it was a bit much, especially for Fred, big surprise, but for me, too. Ah, also I do not have access to canned pumpkin, so had to cook the real deal. Might have put a bit much of that, too, which could have added to the sauciness of the cookie dough. Alas, they were all eaten, even if half the contingency of consumption happened as free handouts at Gymboree.
Sound for the day: Listening to NPR’s All Songs/24 hour music off of their website http://www.npr.org… One of my absolute new favorites. Between Radiohead, the National, Tegan and Sara, The Be Good Tanyas, and now Polvo- good good stuff.
Happy day, and a bientot!