Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Puddle Maker




In an effort to be like all the best bloggers this week, this is a repost. No I'm not down with the flu like my beloved HoseMaster of Wine nor off in New York going to fancy galas or award dinners or whatever like STEVE!, just behind the eight ball on deadline for work, which means I simply can't feel right about posting here while my boss waits for me to turn something in to him....that and I woke this morning with my Tyler on my mind as he is, as I type this, undergoing a surgery. Nothing major but it does involve a anesthesiologist and that right there is enough to give me flutter in my belly. 

This piece was written way back in 2009, at the very beginning of what has now become a full-blown love affair. Tyler is very much a part of my life now and simply cannot imagine things any other way. I am a very lucky woman indeed. Please enjoy the rerun, I think love stories are grand.
I'm thinking of you Ty and I love you.    


So I have noticed that the older I get the more I find that those short people that toddle around, spin until they get dizzy and get excited by the sprinklers, not only tolerable, they can be down-right adorable. I was one of those, “Not really a kid person…you know except for my own” but it seems that something is changing. Not sure if it started when my son became a young man, no longer finding it hilarious when I puffed my cheeks up and bugged my eyes at him. Could be that my “clock” is creating a shift in my space time continuum or it just be that 2 years ago the cutest kid, (again aside from my own) moved in across the way from my apartment. 
 
When they first moved in he was just a baby, so I gave him little or no attention other than the typical “Oh great…a baby” comment, complete with eye rolling and a snotty teeth sucking sound. I envisioned late nights having to endure that squealing, new baby cry, or worse, being face to face with the family on the way to my car, having to say, “Oh isn’t he cute” hoping to God that they wouldn’t respond, “Oh thank you. Do you want to hold him?”….because ya know…I didn’t. Wasn’t him, just not into babies, I find them texturally unsound, too soft. Don’t’ want to hold them too lightly and risk dropping them when they make those random jerky movements and don’t want to have a Lenny, (Of Mice and Men) moment…too much pressure for something I didn’t want to do in the first place. 


 
I was never rude, I would wave when I saw his parents, they are a very sweet couple…so sweet in fact I almost forgot the kid was there. Never heard him cry, or the once or twice I thought I heard something their front door would quietly shut and the flicker of baby sound was hushed. It was almost 9 months after they moved in that I really noticed him, noticed more bang-bang-banging, giggling and every once in a while I would peer out my window watching this tiny toe headed kid, hands gripped to his mother’s fingers for dear life while he was learning to walk. This was when I first noticed those little pangs of, “Awe”. 



Another couple months and he was teetering around pretty good on his own, although he still needed assistance getting up on the stoop….not much you can do with 4 inch legs and all, and he began to discover his voice. He would stand at the screen belting out these sounds from way down in his tiny little tummy, he would do it for like 40 minutes at a time. Deep grunting almost guttural sounds could be heard floating across into my apartment, but all I could see was the very top of his not so tiny head, and the outline of his bitty self standing there with his palms pressed against his chest, letting the vibration tickle his little digits. This began the chuckling on my part.

Well it has been all down-hill from there, he has learned my name, he yells across the courtyard at me, he re-named my husband, (Carl) Call-o….something we all call him now, and when I’m not home he yells to Call-o, “Hi-lo Call-o, where Sham iz?” and when he is told I am still at work he responds, “Okay, I tell her later den”….dude. Long time readers have heard me gush about him before, I’m a goner, he won me over; big blue eyes, white blonde hair atop his generous melon and a disposition that makes him irresistible….oh and he even has a little shirt that says, “ladies man” on it….seriously, this “one tough nut” has been cracked wide open and I am infinitely happy watching him putter around the courtyard and find that I am totally bummed when he is gone all day…..can you say, sucker? (Shaking my head)



So today….today he one upped himself in the book of cutest things ever department. I saw the screen open, I saw his mom with a paper plate in her hand and I saw him come bounding across the patch of grass that separates our apartments. He placed his lighty-up shoes on our stoop, to show us again….you know that they light up and his mom handed us the plate saying, “Tyler made these for you. Tell them what it is Tyler”. “I made Balen-times cuck-cakes” (Melting) he responded. “This one is yours Sam” his mother told me while pointing to the cupcake that had a little heart candy that said, “Cup Cake” on it….I stopped myself from snatching him up and giving him big ol’ hugs right then and there. “I use da mixer, put fwas-ting and sprinkles on dem” he beamed….it’s over, my hard as nails act is finished….big touch looking girl reduced to a pile of goo by a 2 ½ year old and pink cuck-cakes…..sigh

 

9 comments:

Ron Washam, HMW said...

My Gorgeous Samantha,
I hope Tyler's little surgery goes easily and well. And I hope that his mother prints up all of your many loving and funny posts about Tyler for him to read when he's older.

I may just post reruns for the next year. So much easier. This writing thing is actual work.

And it was lovely to revisit Tyler's toddler days. Time does pass far too quickly.

I love you!

Rogue Wino said...

Intolerable cuteness should be a crime. I never felt one way or the other about kids till I worked in a second grade classroom and the little minions won me over. I just wish they could stay 8 years old though :p

Samantha Dugan said...

Ron My Love,
His surgery went fine and I got a picture early this morning, moments after posting this in fact, of him in his wee hospital bed eating an Otter Pop with a very sweet grin on his face. He is such a trooper that one. It was fun for me to go back and see these pictures of him, (the one of he and I is on my fridge so I see that one every day...and it still kills me) looking so tiny! Where has the time gone?! Going to be 7 this May, cannot friggin' believe it.

I'm with you and the re-posting, so much fucking easier and less stressful. So let's do it Love, toss up a bunch of reruns and linger over a bottle of Champagne or somethin'. I love you so!

Rogue Wino,
Right?! I have always been pretty anti kid but this one, and now they went and had another one, (Dude, he is a total hoot and couldn't be more different than my Ty but just as bloody compelling and loveable) so I am totally wrecked. Yeah, if they could only stay wee or go straight to 20 something that would be awesome....

Steve Pinzon said...

Samantha, nice meeting you in Wine Country Tuesday. Also nice to see you have a soft spot for the cute kiddles as well! You truly have it the best: you get to have fun with them and not endure the (sometimes) burden of being family. Enjoy it, before you know it they'll be a chef or sommelier somewhere; undoubtedly naming a dessert after you!

Steve Pinzon said...

P.S., the windmill in my icon is from Santa Barbara. That's about 2 hours north of you and they have wineries there. You really should visit (wink) sometime...

gabe said...

What in the world is going on around here? I'm gonna start re posting comments pretty soon

Samantha Dugan said...

Steve,
It was truly wonderful meeting you the other day. I am so glad you took the time to seek me out and we could have a chat...no question where that beautiful daughter of yours get her good looks.

As I mentioned to you it has been an embarrassingly long time since I was in the middle north of California. Been to Europe five times in the fifteen years since I was in Santa Barbara, how shameful is that?! I am hanging my head and I will be thinking of you as pass that windmill...hey, is there an Anderson's Split Pea attached with that? Gots me some serious childhood memories about that joint, just a little further south. Anyhow, thanks again for stopping in to see me, you made me smile and made my day.

Gabe,
You are hanging with the OG's, which means we are fucking old and been at this here shit a long time...we need a break once in awhile kid, cut us some slack. Oh and I appreciate you not sticking out your finger and laughing at my wee person puddling seeing as this was your first time reading this junk and all. I really am hard as nails, a badass and all mean and stuff. Sigh.....

Charlie Olken said...

Sam--Tnanks for the repost. It was a fun read--again.

Good writing should never be lost, and just as Ron's repost was such good stuff, so is this.

Charlie

Samantha Dugan said...

Why Thank you Sir Charles.