I was asked to write this short editorial for the “What I Learned Last Year” series on the St. Louis Egotist, a popular blog that covers the design and advertising community.

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My second son was born in May of 2013, the older, Jupiter, being now three and a half, and the younger, George, 8 months. In my house, we call 2013 “The Lost Year.” The Lost Year is the first year of your child’s life, and it is lost because you – the parents – can’t do anything, or go anywhere. This is due to baby requirements which make it not impossible but very inconvenient and annoying to leave the house, the chief of which is the sacrosanct nap schedule. We learned this the first time around, but somehow forgot. Trying to develop your career, renovate a house, or train for a marathon? Don’t be silly. You may remember that all mammals are born with a “sucking reflex”, but the “time-sucking reflex” is what makes babies so powerful. They’re little time sucking vortices.

May 6th - Welcome, George Hopper Fram, all 10.5 pounds of you. Born on the same day as your Uncle Aaron, also the younger of two brothers.

May 6th – Welcome, George Hopper Fram, all 10.5 pounds of you. Born on the same day as your Uncle Aaron, also the younger of two brothers.

So it’s frustrating. And yet, I know this is a once-in-a-lifetime yearlong moment, the moment when my boys are so sweet and small, and need me so much. It’s unique, the drawing inward and knitting together of our new little family, full of tender and hilarious moments, and it won’t happen again. At the same time, we are buried right now, my wife and I, heads down, plowing through to reach the approximately 52 minutes at the end of each day when we can sit down and just talk to each other uninterrupted, or watch TV together before passing out. But at some point I’ll look up and the moment will be over, for good. Jupiter already gets annoyed when I hold his hand crossing the street. And George will eventually stop burrowing his head into my neck when I pick him up. One day I won’t be able to pick him up.

April 20th - What I never get to do anymore.

April 20th – What I never get to do anymore.

So I try hard to treasure the now, and I do occasionally succeed, though it’s difficult to muster that reflective attitude at 6:25 A.M. when the three-year-old climbs into our bed to “rest”, which means kicking me until I finally haul myself out of bed. Or when he is crying at the dinner table because we served him a delicious and nutritious meal made from scratch which is not made only of cheese. Or anytime, ever, that both boys are crying at once.

May 19th - One of these #framboys is being good and it ain't George.

May 19th – One of these #framboys is being good and it ain’t George.

2013 is also the year I started using Instagram, at about the same time George was born, and I love it. I love that it’s instant, I love its sharability, I love its ability to record moments that would otherwise fade. Parenthood viewed through the nostalgic filter of snapshots is not a complete reality, but so what? It renders a whole that is pleasurable, more of the sweetness, less of the struggle.

Here is the rest of 2013.

May 14th - Grasshopper always sleeping.

May 14th – Grasshopper always sleeping.

June 16th - George had too much of Daddy's G&T.

June 16th – George had too much of Daddy’s G&T.

June 23rd - Studying

June 23rd – Studying

July 27th - Polar

July 27th – Polar

August 8th - #georgehopper

August 8th – #georgehopper

September 6th - #darkandstormy, take me away. (Alcohol continuing to feature prominently in our escapist fantasies.)

September 6th – #darkandstormy, take me away. (Alcohol continuing to feature prominently in our escapist fantasies.)

September 22nd - Selfie(s)

September 22nd – Selfie(s)

October 17th - #jupiterboy enjoys much-anticipated flight.

October 17th – #jupiterboy enjoys much-anticipated flight.

October 20th - Is this #toonaked for Instagram? #jupiterboy the #snakehandler was playing in the hose when grass snake appeared.

October 20th – Is this #toonaked for Instagram? #jupiterboy the #snakehandler was playing in the hose when grass snake appeared.

November 16th - #FoxInSocks on sidewalk blocks.

November 16th – #FoxInSocks on sidewalk blocks.

November 30th - Yogurt.

November 30th – Yogurt.

December 11th - At Mission Taco.

December 11th – At Mission Taco.

January 5th (The Big Snow): Suited up, pajamas under pants, mittens tucked in cuffs, hat under hood, chapstick…and sledded for 5 minutes. He didn't understand what I meant by "It's gonna be cold."

January 5th (The Big Snow): Suited up, pajamas under pants, mittens tucked in cuffs, hat under hood, chapstick…and sledded for 5 minutes. He didn’t understand what I meant by “It’s gonna be cold.”

 

 

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