Just about as soon as we got to the World Financial Center this morning and settled into our seats for the hour long version of The Nutcracker, I thought, “This was a bad idea.” I knew Oliver had a bad case of baby wanderlust, and I knew that he was fast, but it was my first time taking the two boys out together in a public space with lots of people all by myself and I didn’t realize what I was up against. I had no idea how I was going to get him to stay still for the show. And Simon, too. Surely one or the other of them would be trying to get to the stage at any given moment. It would be a disaster. What’s a mom to do?
Hold the baby in my lap, it turns out. Oddly enough, that’s all it took. Oliver got a little restless now and then, but it was nothing another bite of food couldn’t fix. He didn’t squirm to get away, or cry, or make lots of noise. He did get pretty excited about clapping when applause was in order, however, but there are worse things in life than having your baby clap when he’s supposed to clap. And Simon only wandered close to the stage once. And he only stood on his chair twice. And he only started asking how many more minutes after we were 56 minutes into the ballet. I count it as a huge success.
Even more successes from the day: we walked through the rain with no tears, no tantrums, no stalling. We ran errands with no tears, no tantrums, no stalling. We caught the bus with no complaints about wanting to take a different bus or to catch the train or to walk. Oliver didn’t fuss a bit about not getting to take his nap until 3:30. Simon never once said anything about being too tired to walk.
After Oliver’s nap, the boys played. They ate dinner and bathed. They wrestled while I read about the Little Red Lighthouse and the Great Gray Bridge. And then they went to sleep.
And that is how we made it through the first day of December. That is how I made it through the first day of Micah working two jobs.
(From now until Christmas, he’ll be working his new job during the day and his old job at night. Wish us luck. It’s going to be a tiring three weeks. For all of us.)