Un mes

Grub’s being cooked, apples have been crumbled, ice cream flung into the freezer, and beer’s chilling as I type. If I drink enough of it, he won’t wake me up this night.
They’d no party hats in Kaisers, but I got fancy multicoloured balloons instead. There’s also a little cake with a solitary candle sitting in the middle of the table, waiting for him to sneeze it out. It’ll have to be a sneeze – he’s not yet following instructions, but if one sneeze comes then another invariably follows. He always sneezes three times, except when Jenny says, “he always sneezes three times,” when he always sneezes twice. One way or another, that candle is going out.
The last couple of weeks have been pretty hard to be honest. The little fella has been crying a lot. At times he’s inconsolable – either he’s realised he’s living in Pankow, or someone told him about all the forms he’s going to have to fill in once he’s older.
When he’s quiet though, he’s fantastic. Respites, when they come, make up for the rest. We look down at his peaceful face – ironically angelic – and try and keep up with all the others he pulls, happy to have the little fella in our lives.

The candle did go out, but by the time I finished changing his nappy – un mess – it had burned down to the cake. One way or the other. He’s a bit quieter now, happier to be slurping at the place he likes to call home. A little present from his Patentante remains unopened on the table, but there’s plenty of time for that – he’s still only a month.

oh sooo toll, vor allem das bild von papi und sohn ;-)
ReplyDeletecuteness overload! :) he is so lucky that i don't live right around the corner, because i'm infamous for pinching cheeks.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, but you're not planning to do this every month are you?
ReplyDeleteWell, yes. That was the plan actually. I'm even going to have a steak for his next "birthday". A steak! Mmmmm. Less than two weeks to go!
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