Nature will never cease to amaze me. Between the baby upstairs and Carmela the basset hound I’m all agog.
We’ll start with Carmela. Well she is a puppy no more. This morning coming back from running I notice a dog who resembles tubular pasta with floppy ears sitting patiently in front of the cafe below my house staring at me. I think, hmm…have we met? She looks familiar, realizing it’s Carmela. Her parents have been away so I haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks, not since we were discussing my new autumn color palette, see up and coming post...Minutes From A New York Writer’s Workshop – December…on the steps of her house.
I couldn’t quite get over how much she had grown. One could say she has lost her puppy fat. Gone was that svelte, slinky speckled form you could wrap your arms around like a playful palomino. The more mature Carmela, brays a sedateness not present before…like an aunt you played catch with who now sits on the sidelines to watch the game.
I suppose this was inevitable, but still it took me by surprise.
Then we have Randolph, the new baby upstairs, who just a few short weeks ago made his debut on the planet…see Baby Makes Three : https://athingirl.com/2013/11/18/baby-makes-three/…He too was loitering in front of the house in his state of the art stroller that I swear had a GPS. Suddenly I heard…go left on Fifth Avenue eight blocks, turn right entering zoo…seals 30 feet from entrance.
Millicent, his mother, held him up like a loving cup for me to behold. Well, he’s tripled in size. Whereas before he was a medium size loaf of Asian pumpernickel, now he’s a large, wearing mini Keds looking as if they should be dangling keys and a flashlight.
“Hi Randolph,” I cooed, hoping he wasn’t bi-lingual quite as yet since I’ve been remiss practicing my Japanese. He did look a little bored by my baby talk. According to his father he’s already showing signs of being avidly interested in sports. I made a mental note: have all scores and game results on hand for baby, I mean Randolph’s, cameo appearance.
“You want hold him?” Millicent sweetly asked? I’m not one to pass up an offer such as this. “Are you kidding?” I said, my baby light blinking like a yield sign, “you can just hand that loaf right over thank you very much.”
He weighed a ton. Is he carrying an M-16? Why is this child so heavy? Solid, would be the right word. I had scary visions of sumo wrestling above me while plaster puckered off the ceiling. After giving him back because my back began to hurt, I thanked his mother for being so kind. I mean it’s not often one gets to work her lat muscles on her way back from getting her nails done.
When they left to fill their apparent zoo needs, I became quite wistful. Why can’t things ever just stay the same?
I felt like one of the Lost Boys Wendy takes to Neverland so they never have to grow up.
I then saw me, Randolph and Carmela at the Darling’s window ready for take off. Carm was still slim and Randolph so small as we took flight…