- Kids do funky things to the space-time continuum. On the one hand, it seems impossible that two whole years have past since YM was born. On the other, I can't believe it's only been two years. Parents will know exactly what I mean.
- Having two children is not twice as hard as having one. It's four times as hard. It's a geometric progression.
- Gender is not purely a social construct. I swear he came out of the womb different from his sister, and many of those differences play into traditional gender stereotypes. He's already had significantly more injuries than his five-year-old sister, for example. At present, he has a black eye, a brownish-yellow knot on his forehead, and a nasty looking burn on his upper lip that makes him look a bit like a street tough. And Miss Goddess and I are certainly not ones to willfully reinforce those stereotypes. I do all the cooking, there are no sports channels at our house, and yesterday we painted YM's room a nice lavender color. But still...
- A parent's love comes from some weird inexhaustible supply located who-knows-where. I thought I had used all mine up with Older Monkey, but apparently not.
Please join me in wishing the little guy a happy day and an injury-free year. And, if you happen to be in the Greater Hawtch-Hawtch metropolitan area, join us at the zoo this afternoon. We'll be the tired looking intellectuals following around a two-year-old kid with a black eye.
[NOTE: actually, it's a momentous day in our house for another reason as well. Today Miss Goddess makes her worldwide media debut. Well, maybe not worldwide; she's a guest on a local college radio show about architecture and design. Still a big deal, though. She's a brilliant muralist and decorative artist and a charming conversationalist as well, but she's pretty nervous. I, on the other hand, am confident that she'll dazzle them the way she has dazzled me for the past twenty years.]