{"id":11784,"date":"2016-06-21T11:18:38","date_gmt":"2016-06-21T16:18:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=11784"},"modified":"2016-06-21T11:18:38","modified_gmt":"2016-06-21T16:18:38","slug":"flashback-faves-10-years-ago-this-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2016\/06\/21\/flashback-faves-10-years-ago-this-month\/","title":{"rendered":"Flashback faves: 10 years ago this month"},"content":{"rendered":"

O<\/span>ne of my favourite features on Facebook is the “On This Day” app. There’s something wonderful about dipping into the minutiae of years gone by. It got me thinking that I now have enough years of content that I can look back and see in (occasionally painful and cringe-worthy) detail exactly what was happening in our lives ten years ago.<\/p>\n

It was ten years ago this month, for example, that we were beginning the last of our infertility treatments, having “frostie”, our little frozen embryo left over from our IVF,<\/a> thawed and inserted into my uterus. Also ten years ago this month, we had two-year-old Simon and four-year-old Tristan baptized<\/a>: “Father John was kindly and patient didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to notice that Simon squirmed and wriggled incessantly and Tristan sang under his breath through most of the readings. Simon provided comic relief with his ongoing query of \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We go now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and by excitedly hopping up on the little stool in front of the baptismal font and declaring, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s my turn now!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d after watching his brother being baptized.” <\/p>\n

Ten years ago this month, also wrote this sweet tribute to Simon<\/a>, my quirky two year old. I thought I’d share it in its entirety:<\/p>\n

Simon is becoming more of a character every day. Inasmuch as \u00e2\u20ac\u02dccharacter\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 means mostly adorable, occasionally insufferable, and often hilarious. He seems to develop a new peccadillo every week, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m writing this as much to capture them for posterity as for entertainment value.<\/p>\n

For instance, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s picked up a couple of phrases from the bigger kids at daycare, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m by turns mortified and amused every time they come out of his mouth.<\/p>\n

The first is a very blas\u00c3\u00a9 \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcThat\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s BORing.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Any time he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to do something, wear something, eat something, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcBORing\u00e2\u20ac\u2122. Imagine it uttered with all the disdain a teenage girl could muster, multiply it by three an infuse it with a world-weariness unprecendented in your average two-year-old.<\/p>\n

The other is a very staccato \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcNo way!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122, as if whatever you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve suggested is the most idiotic thing he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ever heard.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Simon, would you like a banana?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No way!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Or:<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Simon, could you please let go of the dog\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lips?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No way!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s also exhibiting vaguely alarming tendencies to hoard things, and to depend on rituals. Bedtime has become a complex series of arcane protocols \u00e2\u20ac\u201c first books, then the story of his day, then soothers (three, always three, and he will cycle through them looking for just the right one. If one is not to his liking, he will pull it out with a very lispy \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Too small,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and repeat until he finds just the right amount of suction and resistance. And yes, they are all the same size.) I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll push play on the CD player to start the lullabies, place him into his crib, and start the blanket ritual. He must have at least three or four blankets. It can be February or July, but if he sees a blanket you haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t put on him, he will hector you for it \u00e2\u20ac\u201c he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s kind of like a reverse princess and the pea, except he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the pea. And then there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the de rigeur rounds of \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, you! Put your feet down\u00e2\u20ac\u009d as you place the blankets. And he needs companionship as well. Just now, I put him to bed with three blankets (it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s 25C in his room), Gordon, Percy, Scoop, Wags the dog and Dorothy the dinosaur. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s barely room for him in there.<\/p>\n

I have this image of him, twenty years in the future, in a bingo hall somewhere. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s about 6\u00e2\u20ac\u21225\u00e2\u20ac\u00b3, 300 lbs, and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll loose a finger if you touch the collection of treasures arrayed out in front of him with his bingo daubers. Either that, or he has to touch the doorknob five times before he leaves, tap the glass twice, turn around once, and walk to his car without touching any of the cracks in the sidewalk, with one eye closed and his finger resting against his right earlobe.<\/p>\n

If only I could argue with any conviction whatsoever that he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get it from me.<\/em><\/p>\n

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That quirky little toddler still sleeps in a bed so full of stuffies that there’s barely room for him, and he graduates from grade school this week.<\/p>\n

Who, me? No, um, it’s nothing, I just have something in my eye…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

One of my favourite features on Facebook is the “On This Day” app. There’s something wonderful about dipping into the minutiae of years gone by. It got me thinking that I now have enough years of content that I can look back and see in (occasionally painful and cringe-worthy) detail exactly what was happening in … Continue reading “Flashback faves: 10 years ago this month”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[103,24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11784","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-flashback-faves","category-simon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11784","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11784"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11784\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11786,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11784\/revisions\/11786"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11784"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11784"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11784"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}