Hiya. How are things? Are you good? Happy healthy and whole?
I hope so.
Personally I have been feeling a little sad, so I spent the past several days organizing my pantry, rearranging my kitchen cupboards, planting seedlings and annuals and hanging baskets, and putting away the winter clothes after washing all the summer ones. I still feel a little sad but now I know that I have dried mushrooms to last me forever so I can stop buying them. Would you like to hear all the luscious organizational details?
Of course not. Hence my prolonged silence.
From today:
After offering Patrick a lollipop (he accepted) the nice cashier asked Patrick how old he is.
"Actually, I am three. I am really really three."
"Three!" she said. "And do you like dinosaurs?"
"No, I certainly do not. I most definitely do not. No."
"Oh. What do you like?"
Patrick squinched his face up as if he was in pain (he was thinking) and said, "Fonts."
"Fawnts?" she asked, bewildered.
"Yes, I absolutely like fonts. Absolutely I do. Totally."
She looked at me for assistance but I just smiled at her. I was damned if I was going to explain...
"Franklin Gothic," Patrick offered helpfully. Only he pronounces the word go-thick, like go-kart, whereas we say gah-thick, like ina-GA-ddadavida. I am not entirely sure how he wound up all Canadian but whatever. "Courier. Baby Kruffy."
She looked confused. Or, as Patrick would say, very terribly really completely confused.
"Thank you! Have a nice afternoon," I said, hauling Patrick into one arm while grabbing the bags and sprinting toward the door. "See you next time. Bye."
But I was not quick enough.
"Times New Roman!" Patrick shouted over my shoulder. "TIMES NEW ROMAN!
TIMES!
NEW!
ROMAN!"
So there is that.
PS. I went to his preschool picnic and discovered that despite his idiosyncrasies Emily is in love with him. First the teachers told me. Next Emily's mother told me. Then there was the unpleasant yet suggestive squabble between Emily and Elise when Elise also wanted to tuck wilted dandelions into Patrick's hair. Finally Emily drug Patrick by his hand over to where her mother and I were sitting.
"THIS is Patrick!" she beamed. "I love him."
"She does," Patrick said, "she totally really does love me."
"You're kidding" is what I wanted to say. "How nice" is what I managed.
I find parents talking about so-and-so's "little girlfriend" creepy so let's just say that Patrick obviously has a little friend (shall we say an admirer?) and I find it reassuring. How odd can he be, really, if a nice girl like Emily wants to introduce him to her mother?
I wasn't aware of it, but evidently, children start dating in preschool. We moved a month ago away from our home and left my daughter's preschool class behind. Every day she refers to the boyfried that is there and since they kissed, he is now her husband. Also, every boy that we have met on our trip has become her boyfriend. I am loathing middle school.
Posted by: Liv | May 31, 2006 at 08:48 PM
Times New Roman. Freaking priceless. The poor cashier is probably still puzzling over that one.
You're raising one heck of a kid there, Julia. Were I aged three, instead of old enough to be the kid's mother myself, I feel sure that I would love him myself.
Posted by: Arwen | May 31, 2006 at 08:53 PM
When my youngest son was in preschool there was this little who was, I guess you would say chubby, and her mother dressed her everyday in very feminine clothes, pink dresses, she had pierced ears already, etc and insisted that she give the boys hugs when she saw them and proclaimed that so and so was her daughter's boyfriend. They were 4 years old. It WAS creepy. It was quite obvious that the mother was living vicariously through her daughter. Your son sounds interestingly precocious. Mine learned the art of fake yawning and would do it to make other people yawn when he learned it really worked. He was so natural and convincing at it. So, when at their pre-kinder "graduation" he got bored standing up there in his paper mortarboard, he proceeded to start yawning at the crowd, in a very subtle way. It was funny to watch everyone start yawning too. In fact I'm yawning now just thinking about it.
Posted by: Pam L | May 31, 2006 at 08:55 PM
"Actually," is my son's favorite odd grown-up thing to say. "Actually, Darth Vadar has the red light saber, not the blue one."
You've got an amazing kid there.
Posted by: Leggy | May 31, 2006 at 09:07 PM
Long-time lurker here coming out to say that I love the Patrick stories! And I love fonts. Is it sad that I want to hear all the luscious organizational details? I just spent a few days home from work to do some manic spring cleaning and organizing myself. I was also trying to get past some sadness. I love reading your stories and am often inspired by your words. Thank you for your posts!
Posted by: Kate | May 31, 2006 at 09:19 PM
Oh, Julia. I wish you didn't have to be sad. But the gardening and organizing is soothing, is it not?
Patrick provides excellent blog fodder. My younger daughter was also obsessed with fonts, but not until she was 8 or 9. Such a slacker, she was.
Posted by: Miz S | May 31, 2006 at 09:41 PM
I think I have a crush on Patrick. Sorry that you are down today. Take care.
Posted by: anne nahm | May 31, 2006 at 10:04 PM
I'm glad you organize when you're sad. Me? I find watching shows like "I Am My Own Twin" while dipping doritos into my gin helps me turn my frown upside down. Good for you though. Really.
Also I must say that I do really totally heart Patrick. Absolutely terribly completely really I do.
Posted by: Sally | May 31, 2006 at 10:09 PM
When my oldest daughter Malinda was in Pre-K, she was one of 16 girls in her class. There were only 3 boys. One of the boys, Noah, came up to me one day and tugged on my shirt..."Malinda's Mom, can I stay the night with Malinda?" My daughter is on the other side of me, nodding her head, with a pleading look in her eyes...I started stuttering. He very earnestly told me that he could in fact stay the night, because his Mama told him he could, and he could sleep in her bed...After I spit my tongue out, I had to break it to him that the only way he could spend the night at her house and in her bed was if he got her a big fat diamond ring and had a college degree...Sadly, that was the last year that Noah was at her school..we remember him fondly. This August she starts 2nd grade, I shutter to think what they will come up with next....
I hope your sadness passes...I so look forward to your posts...
Posted by: Sandy | May 31, 2006 at 10:11 PM
My son's favorite grown-up phrase? "I'm afraid not." As in, Do you think you will have juice at school today? No, I'm afraid not. Cracked me up. Also...his answer to the phrase "I don't like it when you...(enter annoying and/or dangerous action)..."? He says, "I'll keep that in mind." Great. My parenting requests are being taken under advisement.
As for the preschool boyfriend/girlfriend thing? It hasn't come up yet. Mine is going to move up north and marry his Uncle J. At least that will cut down on the number of Christmas presents I have to buy.
Posted by: meg | May 31, 2006 at 10:22 PM
Patrick is actually really and totally charming. I don't suppose my Persephone is old enough to date him though ;)
I'm sorry you're sad. I've always thought it was so sweet that you ask about how everyone else is doing. I want to hear about all the luscious organization details, too! (I'm a Virgo, I can't help it!)
Posted by: DebbieS | May 31, 2006 at 10:38 PM
I find it reassuring that you are sad. I also find it unfair, horrible, mean of the universe, and many other adjectives, that you have lost another baby and are facing doubts and fears and hard choices along with great hopes. And yet, reassuring. Because if you were loudly proclaiming that you weren't sad at this time, or just ignoring the feeling altogether, then I would be worried that the next post would have the title "I accidently stabbed someone in a fit of rage and have no idea why."
And if you didn't, even in your quiet way, acknowledge your sadness, then I would be over here thinking "What is wrong with me? She's had twice the miscarriages I have and it doesn't seem to bother her at all." You are such an inspiration to me, not because these events don't bother you, but because you troop onward (what ever avenue you decide to pursue next) in spite of the sadness.
Does any of this make sense? Its late here. Just wanted to say - I'm sorry you are sad, but thank you for telling us.
Posted by: Cris | May 31, 2006 at 10:56 PM
If I had a magic wand I would actually totally really make it so none of you three would ever have to be sad again. However I do not have a magic wand. Add me to the list of those who heart Patrick in a major way--I heart all of you actually. You know, I didn't have a boyfriend until first grade. Times *have* changed. His name was Louis Bartolomeo, and during first grade his mother had a baby. So he talked about "the new baby" and "the old baby," who was now about two. Makes sense. If one acquires a new baby, then what could the previous one be but "the old baby??"
Posted by: terri c | May 31, 2006 at 10:58 PM
This reminds me of a conversation I had with my youngest one time, something about families, and I mentioned that some day he would grow up and find someone to marry and to this he said, totally serious at age 3, "But, aren't I going to marry you?" He was trying to work it all out in his head , there was nothing oedipal at all about it, and it was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard.
Posted by: Pam L | May 31, 2006 at 11:14 PM
I'm sad that you've had so many reasons to be sad.
As for Patrick, he's totally absolutely wonderful. Of course Emily loves him, he's got all of your readers enamored - why not someone who gets to see him in person??
Posted by: Mandy | May 31, 2006 at 11:17 PM
oh man, i love the font story. i laughed out loud and am still smiling. what a great kid. i have been sad lately too and your post was a great break from it. i hope you continue to feel better and better, totally really!
Posted by: mama without instructions | May 31, 2006 at 11:33 PM
That is amazing Julia. Maybe he will be a famous font designer (seriously) since he is so interested in letters and numbers. It is all making sense now. My husband can't even tell the difference between a serif font and sans serif when he develops web sites for me. I am truly impressed.
I have a daughter the same age as Patrick, the similarities end there- although she is adorable as well.
Sorry you have been down, at least you are productive. Take care.
Amy
Posted by: ash pdx | May 31, 2006 at 11:49 PM
He sounds like Gertrude Stein! I think I love him too.
Posted by: anja | June 01, 2006 at 12:04 AM
It's such a pleasure to hear from you.
Especially with a story like the one about the FONTS. I laughed until my stomach hurt, and then called up my mom to read it to her so that I could laugh all over again and get to share it with someone. (It apparently provided her with a nice segue into the "I'd like some grandchildren, and 21 isn't too young to think about starting" conversation, but we will maintain that Patrick had absolutely no involvement in bringing this about.)
Immersing oneself in household tasks - especially those with that nice veneer of gentility, like gardening and organizing cupboards - sounds very bucolic, and hopefully relaxing. I doubt that cleaning baseboards would have been quite the same (although you may have done that too for all I know).
Regardless, I'm sorry to hear that you have been sad and hope that time and activity are making things better, even if only incrementally.
Posted by: Adrienne | June 01, 2006 at 12:11 AM
Have you and Patrick been watching "Charlie and Lola" on TV, or better yet, reading Lauren Child's fabulously clever books? We adore such gems as "I am too absolutely small for school" and "I will never not ever eat a tomato"--(very important to pronounce it Toe MAH toe, by the way). If you're not familiar with the adverbose Lola, check out
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0763624039/ref=pd_sim_b_3/103-2400661-4527012?%5Fencoding=UTF8&v=glance&n=283155
Posted by: Midori | June 01, 2006 at 01:52 AM
I am so sorry to hear you are sad. You seem
to cope so incredibley well with the hell of
fertility struggles, I always read your site
for inspiration on how you do it. As someone
said it is reassuring that you feel sad too,
although I feel mean and petty saying that.
I admire your strength so much and I love
love, really love your site, you write so well.
Carlynn
Posted by: Carlynn | June 01, 2006 at 03:51 AM
What about Bookman Old Style? Does he like that one?
Also, do you have before and after photos of your pantry shelves? Some people might enjoy seeing them. Strange people who are not at all me would, for example.
Posted by: Slim | June 01, 2006 at 05:57 AM
Emily hmm? Guess I'll have to push my daughter a bit more to get her tush up there to MN and get him back :) Hehehehe...he's just so cute, who wouldn't want him as a son-in-law??
I've been organizing too. Got a great new book - Organic Housekeeping. Pretty good read. I hope the organizing makes you feel better - even just a little bit. If you have an tips on how to keep your house clean during construction, please let me know. I'm heading towards that soon.
Julia - you continue to amaze me with your strength. I hope that the rest of the year is better than the first half!
Posted by: Toni | June 01, 2006 at 07:05 AM
I love your son. T answers those questions "I like the Beatles" and then for 10 minutes instead of screaming font names bores the person with a discussion on the Beatles discography and the influence he thinks it has had.
It can be creepy. Plus it sounds like his father and I coach him, which i wish we were, because i can't string together a sentence that coherent and sometimes I forget some of the names of the albums.
Anyhow, yay for Patrick!
T too has an admirer and admires and I found this hard to deal with (when you have a husband who does forensics on peoples computers that have child porn you suddenly are hyperaware of the hypersexuality of our culture in regards to children that age) But then I realized the extent of how he feels about is is that he likes HW different than other kids....but she doesn't like him that way.
Posted by: Kelly | June 01, 2006 at 07:14 AM
Times New Roman? How ... corporate...
Try giving that boy a little arial or verdana. Times New Roman, indeed...
As for the little friend, she's awfully cute. I did that in preschool (those poor poor boys) and I'm sure people thought it was creepy-cute as well then too.
By the by, I WANT to hear about the mushrooms.
Posted by: Emily Drew | June 01, 2006 at 07:24 AM
Would you like to hear all the luscious organizational details?
Yes, I would!
I personally am disturbed (really, truly disturbed) when people say that their baby or toddler is flirting. Also, when they have "girlfriends" and "boyfriends." Yuck.
Posted by: sinda | June 01, 2006 at 08:27 AM
Patrick is a truly awesome boy- the font story is wonderful!
The preschool 'crushes' (perhaps too strong a word) are very common. My daughter married a boy in her class when she was three (marriage consisted of sleeping under the same blanket)! She has no memory of the boy or the marriage now at age 11.
Posted by: diane | June 01, 2006 at 08:33 AM
My two favourite fonts are Wingdings and Comic Sans Serif. Am I too immature for Patrick?
He is such a treasure.
I'm sorry you are sad. I do want to hear about the organization, though. I'm looking for some motivation in that area.
Posted by: Kay | June 01, 2006 at 08:56 AM
Still feeling sad? I've got a few things that need organizing in my neck of the woods ...
Posted by: s@bd | June 01, 2006 at 09:12 AM
My 3 y/o daughter recently informed us that she wanted to "take a nap with Kyle" (Kyle being one of her good friends).
OY.
Posted by: Susy | June 01, 2006 at 10:02 AM
I actually, totally, definitely pink puffy heart Patrick.
Posted by: Mir | June 01, 2006 at 10:25 AM
I think girls, even really little ones, are probably attracted to brilliance--I mean, it does seem evolutionarily advantageous, since someone who correctly uses adverbs at Patrick's age is likely to know where the particularly tasty animals live, and how to hunt them.
And I like Mrs. Eaves, which is the font Radiohead used on the album cover of Hail to the Thief. Such a cool font.
Posted by: Jessica | June 01, 2006 at 10:43 AM
I love the fonts thing. If it helps at all, Ivan loves talking about the design of public restrooms ("I like the ones with the silver urinals as long as they aren't too tall"). Also, Ivan has a girlfriend Cecelia who he claims he is going to marry. "But then I am also going to marry my sister," he says. "And maybe you, too," like it's a bonus for good behavior if I get to marry him. And we aren't even anywhere NEAR Utah!
Posted by: terriblemother | June 01, 2006 at 10:45 AM
Your kid is hella smart. Also, he will grow up to be a mad scientist (who all the mad lab assistants fall in love with).
All your Patrick stories absolutely floor me, he is great!
By the way, I also love Patrick. It is impossible not to.
Posted by: Meganann | June 01, 2006 at 10:48 AM
I love your son!
Posted by: Lisame | June 01, 2006 at 11:00 AM
I totally really really love Patrick too.
And I am sorry you are sad.
Posted by: Libby | June 01, 2006 at 11:04 AM
Is it inappropriate for a 29-year-old to have a wee crush on a 3-year-old? Because, um, I totally actually really do.
Posted by: Rachel | June 01, 2006 at 11:18 AM
Times New Roman? That's my LEAST favorite! I'm all about Comic Sans myself . . .
When my nephew was about 3 or 4 he had a "girlfriend" named Elizabeth. Once I asked him about her and he told me she wasn't his girlfriend anymore. When I asked why he replied, "She said 'NO'". I never did find out what the question was but since the answer was "NO" it was all over for the two of them! Oh those tempestuous preschool love affairs!!!
Posted by: SalGal | June 01, 2006 at 11:53 AM
So sorry you've been sad. Does having a 3 yo who's into fonts help?
He could be Clara's boyfriend anytime. She obsesses about very little, which I find odd. Maybe she could learn something from him.
In fact...we're driving through the TC in a few weeks on our way to ND, and may stop for a swim at White Bear Lake on the way back. Sunday, June 25, late afternoon--if you need something to do, and want to try to meet one of your random blog semi-lurkers there. Just sayin'...
Posted by: nate | June 01, 2006 at 11:57 AM
Glad that Patrick (I'm a Times gal myself) and house cleaning are getting you through the days.
My 4 year old son has several girl friends who seem to be helped along on the romantic journey by their mothers. All of whom have said how cute it is that their daughters have crushes on N (I guess I thought so too until I started seeing a pattern) and wouldn't it be funny if... If what??? Echhhh. They are four!!!
Jennifer and he play Arial and Eric, Emily lives three doors down and has cool toys, Nicolette kisses him after school. They are his playmates. I like that he has friends that are both boys and girls, but the mothers of these girls need to take it up a notch or two and I just can't quite fathom why.
I do fear for the messages these girls are getting already. Promise not to do that ever with my daughters.
Kel
Posted by: Kel | June 01, 2006 at 12:19 PM
I LOVE the "before and after photos of the pantry shelves" commenter's idea. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it.
Because, as that brilliant woman said, someone poor reader who is not her (or me) and who has an unhealthy interest in home organization might like to see it, and you really don't want to be inconsiderate, do you?
By the way, I also love Patrick - but in an "I would like to babysit him" kind of way - and am slightly creeped out by the image of one toddler throwing up his/her chin and saying, "How YOU doin'?" to another.
Posted by: Adrienne | June 01, 2006 at 12:48 PM
V v funny. V funny.
Posted by: tertia | June 01, 2006 at 01:04 PM
That was the funniest thing I've read today.
Posted by: Shan | June 01, 2006 at 01:11 PM
I love Patrick, I really totally do.
Posted by: The Aitch | June 01, 2006 at 01:22 PM
If you ever tire of Patrick, you can totally, really, absolutely send him to me. I have good fonts.
Posted by: spit | June 01, 2006 at 01:29 PM
He is SO gosh darn cute! Who wouldn't love everything about him?
He knows more font names than I do. lol.
Posted by: Jessica | June 01, 2006 at 01:40 PM
Not Palatino? Or Castellar?
Posted by: Menita | June 01, 2006 at 01:49 PM
OH Patrick, Patrick, Patrick I'm just crazy about that boy! Fonts, only Patrick would like fonts instead of dinosaurs.
Sorry you are sad, there seems to be a lot of it going around lately. I know the sun will shine for all of us again but waiting for it to happen is pure hell.
Posted by: winecat | June 01, 2006 at 02:22 PM
How completely adorable! My brother was also a big font fan and would collect his favorite ones in a little notebook. He's now a laser engineer. Who knows, maybe their minds are looking for details and variations. I'm not sure what it is, but it worked for him. I bet Patrick would like the word "Garamond".
With the boyfriend/girlfriend thing and little kids, I think it's that they recognize you can love a boy/girl more than anyone else. It's just a human pattern and it turns on in some people earlier than others and it's natural. Most of my friends were always boys, one more special than the others, but that didn't mean anything more than that until late in high school. As long as they know respect and limits, there's nothing creepy about it. They define it on their emotions and experience, not on an adult levels and definitions. It's hard to tell a child that it's not ok to love whom they love, because then they start depending on you to tell them when it is ok and who with. Why not just let them love each other? They'll change their mind next week. But labeling it "boyfriend/girlfriend" does encourage adult emulation.
Sorry that's so long. Just my 2 cents.
Posted by: SarahD | June 01, 2006 at 02:45 PM
So sorry for the sad. Cheer us all up with Finalized Reproductive Agenda 712, with diagrams and pie charts. Or Play-Doh models, if you like.
Posted by: lynn | June 01, 2006 at 02:45 PM