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He Stole My Stud
DIARY
And Then There Were Two
Q. Jordan,
I recently found out I'm expecting our second child. Before I got pregnant, I thought that I wanted a second child, but now that it's a reality, I'm panicking about how this is going to change our three-year-old son's life and how it will shake up our own.
I'm scared because life right now is pretty great. I feel like we've just started to get out of the weeds of all the baby stuff and are really having more and more fun as a family. We've found our perfect balance between time with our son, social time with friends, couple time, and alone time. Our house is clean, calm, and quiet. We travel. We go on adventures. I'm scared that while all that was possible with one, we can forget it with two.
My Girl
Something that's so different about Number Two (for me, at least):
With my son, I felt so panicky all the time when he was little (and as he grew bigger): stay just the same, don't grow up, stay stay stay. But what watching him get older has taught me is that it's so cool, seeing your children turn into the people they are. I love her just like this, tiny and curled up in the crook of my arm…but I can't wait to see who she'll be.
Birthdays Around Nowadays
Through The Lens
I have a funny relationship with my camera.
In high school, my parents' gift of a fancy-ish Nikon inspired me to take roll after roll (remember those?) of photos of my friends lounging angstily on fire escapes and brownstone stoops, eating toast in diners and putting on lipstick and blowing out smoke from pilfered cigarettes. I love these photos, but they aren't really photos of us - they're photos of us trying to be someone else, someone closer to the picture of "cool" we held in our heads.
And then there are the years that I jokingly (but not really) think of as "the lost years" - when I forgot about my camera for one reason or another, and many months went by without a single photo. I have only one album from college, and it's filled with shots from maybe three or four especially photogenic nights (a formal, another formal, a night my roommates and I got dressed up to go out and then decided to just stay in my room and drink bad tequila and dance to the Footloose soundtrack).
When I graduated and moved to California, my camera was stolen during a break-in, and I didn't replace it for a long, long time. I have a few shots from nights out at clubs with friends, but not of the times I'd really like photos of: the nights spent sitting by the pool with my dad, looking up at the moon and the palm trees and talking. The long drives I took to Santa Barbara. I wish I had more photographs of my sweet friend. I think of him every day; I'd like to see his face.
