10 July 2008

The last day of MY week, anyways

This morning my boss asked me if I could come in on Saturday.  "Well.  Um.  I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow because I'm going out of town.  So I won't be in town."
"You're not here tomorrow??" (There is a note of alarm in his voice)
"You signed off on it.  It's on the store calendar and your personal calendar."
"Oh. So you can't come in Saturday then?"
"No.  Sorry!"

SO excited for my day off tomorrow and my long weekend in general.  I'm bringing Gabemonster to his dad tonight (we're meeting in San Jose), and then I'm going out for drinks with a coworker, and then tomorrow morning (SQUEE!) I'm going to Santa Barbara!  I don't believe I've mentioned that this trip is officially so that my sister can wean Elliot, who turned two in June and is every bit as attached to nursing as he was when he was six weeks old.  Unfortunately for him, my sister's over it, and breastfeeding is one of those relationships that I  really think needs to be mutually enjoyable/beneficial. I weaned Gabriel earlier than I necessarily would have if I hadn't left his father, but I wanted him to be able to spend more time with his dad.  

Gabriel has never been very interested in "eating" or "sustenance," so weaning him wasn't that big of a deal.  But he and Elliot are so different, I'm curious to see how Elliot handles the whole thing. 
Gabriel and Elliot are a study of opposing forces.  While Gabriel is four months older, Elliot has been the same size or bigger since since they were 4 and 8 months old, and they acquired all of their major baby milestones (crawling, walking, potty training, etc.) at the exact same time (Elliot being freakishly early with everything, and Gabe running right around normal).  Their twin-like sizes and abilities serve only to highlight their extreme contrast in personality.  Elliot rarely speaks, Gabriel chatters a mile a minute, often keeping himself up at night telling stories to himself.  Gabriel is very careful and deliberate.  Elliot is wild and unaware.  Gabriel has a very hard time sharing toys.  Elliot doesn't really care one way or the other.  You can't take Gabriel to a restaurant because he might scream at the top of his lungs and throw a tantrum and refuse to eat, but through all that he'll stay in his seat and more or less do as you say.  You can't take Elliot to a restaurant because he won't stay at the table or in his highchair, and will go sprinting through the legs of the wait staff, but he will eat anything you put in front of him, and will do so quietly.  On that note, Elliot will pretty much eat anything, and lots of it.  Gabriel only eats fruit and prescribed "kid food" (mac n cheese, fish sticks, etc.), and he eats like a bird.  90% of Gabriel's body is legs.  90% of Elliot's body is torso.  You can give messy things to Gabriel and trust that he won't make a mess, you can let him walk on the sidewalk and trust that he won't run into the street, you can put him in his bed and even if he's furious, he won't get out if you tell him it's not allowed.  But he'll hit you, and he'll scream.  Elliot cannot be trusted with any of these things; he willfully does whatever it comes into his head to do, but if you physically get in his path and stop him, he can be rerouted, and he is not a tantrum thrower. 
Perhaps most significantly, they adore each other, and the study of opposites, Gabe with his head full of hair and his blue eyes, El with his wispy blonde curls and his brown eyes, Gabey chattering and negotiating, Elly quietly carrying out his own wishes, is one of the sweetest relationships I have ever seen. 

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5 comments:

  1. I feel like this study of opposites would be more useful if we could see a picture of them.
    Ok, I lied. I just like pictures of them.

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  2. Aren't bosses unreal sometimes? So you can't come in Saturday, wtf? I hope you're having a good time this weekend.

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  3. It's so crazy to me, as an only child, how different siblings can be. I can already see it in my kids and my daughter is only 9 months old. It also makes parenting more difficult at times because you feel like you are reinventing the wheel. What worked with the first doesn't always work with the second.

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  4. My son sounds like a mix of the two. He talks and talks, practices civil disobedience on a daily basis, and tests me to the outermost limits of my (rapidly dwindling) supply of patience. And yet he's not much of a tantrum thrower, and is a good sharer.

    It's so fascinating to watch our children grow and discover all their quirks.

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