May 19 10

I can’t say “Are you fondue worthy?” without having visions of Elaine discussing spongeworthy-ness but, you know, with my weird food issues, this is an actual concern. Fondue, like chocolate fountains, is just one of those things I tend to avoid. It’s the type of thing that shows up at random parties beside bowls of cut up pieces of pound cake and mini marshmallows and strawberries. But instead of deliciousness, all I see is double-dipping and bits of fruit dropped in the chocolate. It’s like a petri dish of germs; like children in a kindergarten class. But it has recently come to my attention that I am batshit crazy AND there are places like The Melting Pot where you can fondue with people you like. So, now, it’s like I’m constantly filtering people I see into two groups…would I fondue with you or not.

So, one of these days I am going to taste my first fondue. BUT, I’m still not ever eating organ meat. I know it’s kind of against my religion and all (we of the chopped liver) but even just saying organ meat squigs me out.

These are the kinds of things I think about while sitting alone waiting for Isabella’s pre-k graduation to begin.

Note: there were very few parents in the room that were fondue-worthy.

Isabella came home this week with an assignment; she was to show up at her graduation ceremony in brown pants and a brown shirt. “To play THE DIRT in the play, Mommy!” OF COURSE. The dirt. Because every little girl gets excited to be the dirt. Also, what four-year-old has brown clothing? She did have one Hannah Montana t-shirt, but somehow I thought that was inappropriate for her Shavuot-themed song, so she borrowed a shirt (now dress) from her big sister. But, she sang her little heart out as the dirt – with a flower hat – and she graduated pre-k and now is a big kindergartener and we bought her a cupcake to celebrate. I didn’t even get a cupcake for myself; I didn’t want to take away from her special day. But, dear god, I want cupcakes. NOW.

ALSO…when did my kid become a teenager?

Also, something else I thought while she was up on the stage; while my baby, my youngest, was graduating from preschool. I am moving on to another phase in the life. We are at a stage where we can go away. We are out of diapers, out of bottles, out of pacifiers, out of sippy cups. We are out of babies.

And while I know we are done, I have these moments. They flicker in and out quickly while I’m smelling the top of a baby’s head, or skipping past the baby aisle at Target, or watching my little girl become a kindergartener. Moments where I want another one. I want to hold one and smell one and tickle one and have one fall asleep on my chest and rock one to sleep and see those first smiles and first crawls and first steps and first “mama”s. But, you know, we are out of babies.  We are done. 100% I mean, I would have the husband all V-worded up rightthisverysecond if he wasn’t such a chicken. But it doesn’t stop those moments. I wonder if they’ll ever stop.

I’m probably better off thinking about fondue. It’s probably less trouble.

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  1. I don’t want a baby (my youngest are 4 year old twins), but I love them. Something about their innocence and freshness is so appealing.

    So I enjoy friends babies (it’s amazing how quick they are to hand them over) and keep enjoying the ever-changing journey with my own.

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    Comment by Catch the Kids on May 19, 2010
  2. Maybe there’s a place where you can get a fondue and he can get snipped, all at once.

    Am I fondue-worthy? I love The Melting Pot and I don’t double-dip!

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    Comment by Avitable on May 19, 2010
  3. I can’t believe how mature Isabella looks.

    It’s the same thing with my son… he’s pretty much lost all baby in him now.

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    Comment by SciFi Dad on May 19, 2010
  4. Everyone I know is pregnant right now. EVERYONE. I keep bumping into them by accident when we’re together in hopes their condition will rub off on me. Like an awesome cold germ. I figure if my bladder is going to leak every time I sneeze now, I might as well have a baby to hold as a reward.

    I assume this his how I’ll end up with one, yeah?

    ;)

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    Comment by foradifferentkindofgirl (fadkog) on May 19, 2010
  5. I have the exact same issue with fondue. Where others see a fountain of chocolate deliciousness, all I see are bacteria which have been hanging around in an ideal breeding spot and where people double dip…no thank you.
    Isabella is the cutest Dirt ever! Love the flower headbands.

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    Comment by Jen on May 19, 2010
  6. You know, it is pretty hard to double dip in a chocolate fountain. Most things are bite-sized, so one dip is all you need. So it doesn’t bother me. What bothers me more is that to make that chocolate fountain all fountainy? They put OIL in with the chocolate. OIL! That grosses me out more.

    Fondue is different because you have the sticks that you re-use and people eat off the stick, so I can see the germ issue there.

    That photo of Bella is great! So cute!

    Congrats Bella!

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    Comment by Kristabella on May 19, 2010
  7. I’m pretty sure in chocolate fountains they are RECYCLING the chocolate…so, say, if a kid puts a hand into it…that hand-touched chocolate gets recycled back into the fountain.

    SHUDDER

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    Comment by ali on May 19, 2010
  8. I am not so found of fondue, but I think that’s because I’ve only had it at my Brother in law’s house and they burnt the cheese and the chocolate was lumpy and the marshmallows were stale. Not that I am complaining. *ahem*

    As for babies. Hubs got the big V when I was 8 months along with the Chicken. I love babies and I think how neat it would be to have another one, then I go home and sleep through the night in my own bed and I think how crazy I was to have thought about that.

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    Comment by DE Heather on May 19, 2010
  9. My girls are 4 and 2, and I was SURE I was done…sure enough to give away every piece of baby paraphernalia we had (and you know how much that is), but I am also surrounded by pregnant people these days (several who also said they were absolutely, positively done, and then changed their minds) and starting to get the occasional little pang.

    However I can totally relate to Heather, above, in terms of sleeping through the night and then realizing how crazy it is to consider another, and rewinding back to the phase that I thought was years behind me.

    Please don’t go back to my blog and spill this secret indecision of mine. I have convinced everyone that my family is the perfect size and my baby days are done. But…
    .-= Kate (This Mom)´s last blog ..Is Your Child Ready For Kindergarten? (Are You?) =-.

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    Comment by Kate (This Mom) on May 19, 2010
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