More snippets of conversation
I went to the hairdresser the other day to get my roots done. It really is a drag once you start getting your hair colored professionally, because you have to keep up with it. However, my hairdresser does a good job. She is a tiny woman, a self-confessed bottle blonde who treats hairdressing as artistry. I like how she gets really serious about my head.
We never had one of those confiding-in-each-other relationships, but somehow we did last time. She has one kid but would have had more if she didn't get divorced when her baby was 6 months old. "If I had a good husband," she said in her Armenian accent, "I would have 2 more."
"3? But that gets expensive," I said, thinking of Manhattan real estate.
"That's why I say, a good husband," she said, and winked.
I told her about my hesitation with the 2 kids thing. I told her about 2 kids I know, where the older kid beats up on the baby when the parents aren't looking.
"They want someone to fight with," she said.
I shared my fears about E feeling displaced, no longer being the sole focus of attention.
"Is not good for child to get all the attention," she shrugged. "My daughter is such a selfish girl."
Finally, I mentioned that I became enormous during pregnancy.
"Me too," she said, holding her hands out to indicate a beach ball instead of her concave belly.
"You?" I couldn't believe it. She disappears when she stands sideways!
"Oh yes," she nodded. "Is normal. And now you have a nice body, you are in good condition." I felt like a shiny car ;)
*
In the elevator today, two older guys were looking at E and one said to the other, "Whenever I see a baby, you know what I think?"
"What?"
"When he grows up, I'll be dead."
"Well, there are all kinds of technologies now...helping people live longer."
"Then we'll have a world full of old people. We need more babies."
We never had one of those confiding-in-each-other relationships, but somehow we did last time. She has one kid but would have had more if she didn't get divorced when her baby was 6 months old. "If I had a good husband," she said in her Armenian accent, "I would have 2 more."
"3? But that gets expensive," I said, thinking of Manhattan real estate.
"That's why I say, a good husband," she said, and winked.
I told her about my hesitation with the 2 kids thing. I told her about 2 kids I know, where the older kid beats up on the baby when the parents aren't looking.
"They want someone to fight with," she said.
I shared my fears about E feeling displaced, no longer being the sole focus of attention.
"Is not good for child to get all the attention," she shrugged. "My daughter is such a selfish girl."
Finally, I mentioned that I became enormous during pregnancy.
"Me too," she said, holding her hands out to indicate a beach ball instead of her concave belly.
"You?" I couldn't believe it. She disappears when she stands sideways!
"Oh yes," she nodded. "Is normal. And now you have a nice body, you are in good condition." I felt like a shiny car ;)
*
In the elevator today, two older guys were looking at E and one said to the other, "Whenever I see a baby, you know what I think?"
"What?"
"When he grows up, I'll be dead."
"Well, there are all kinds of technologies now...helping people live longer."
"Then we'll have a world full of old people. We need more babies."
Comments
I hope I have a cheerful attitude about getting older someday. I don't have a cheerful attitude about it now, and I'm not even 30!
I felt like a car after she said I was in good condition...
Judy - it's true; always something interesting being said. At first I thought the stimulation of the city would overwhelm E, but now he seems to like it.