Be Incomparable: When You're Racing With The Clock

Family Christmas gathering was today!

Ug.

Luckily I started out the morning with an amazing session of multiple orgasms that rocked my world! Thanks, Lovah! I really am a very lucky woman.

So we did family party obligation, then babysat for the nattlebug, and just got home about 20 minutes ago. I love the man more every day. He is so great with kids, my uterus is practially reaching out tentacles to grab him! It's gunna be like a Cthulhu vagina soon! Rarr!

Natalie seated herself on his lap this evening, explaining that "Caillou!" and "Funny". She sat placidly in his arms watching that funny fellow Caillou (oh, how dearly I'd love to drop kick that bald canadian brat), and he looks over her precious little head to me and mouths: "I want one of these!"

Yeah. It's getting to be about that time. Yesterday our favorite kindergartener Kate, who calls Aaron "Mr. Waitey Pants" (So he has taken to addressing her as "Katey Pants"), was the last kid remaining at aftercare because her parents each thought the other was going to pick her up. So It's 6pm and we should be out the door but I want to linger and talk with Kate. She has so much personality! Unique and interesting and so engaging. I was teaching her that if someone says "What's the story, Morning Glory?" She should always respond 'What's the word, hummingbird?". She like this, but was skeptical-- thought maybe I was pulling one over on her, so she orders me to try it on mr. waite, who had just returned from getting our coats from the staff room. So commanded I addressed Mr. Waite:

"Hey Mr. Waite, What's the story, Morning Glory?" I ask him, to prove my wisdom true and valuable.

On cue, without forewarning, Aaron replies: "What's the word, Hummingbird?"

Kate is enchanted by this exchange, and now, having seen that it really works, adopts it as her own. We go on to teach her "See you later aligator" and "In a while crocodile!" She is a little shaky with this on the first go around.

Me: See you later, Aligator!
Kate: See you later, aligator.
Me: No, now you say: In a while, Crocodile.
Kate (very, very quietly): See you later, rockodile.
Me (Laughing.): You try; tell me 'see you later alligator'.
Kate (confidently and loudly): SEE YOU LATER ALLIGATOR!
Me: In a while crocodile!!

She is pleased with the new lingo.And I may have also convinvced her to give pineabpple pizza a try sometime.

Anyway, Aaron and I say goodbye (Alligator\crocodile style), leaving her with the supervisor Mr. D, and head into the frigid, dark parking lot almost twenty minues later than we should be there.

"Let's get home, it's soooo late." Aaron shivers deeper into his coat as the icy blast of air punishes us with relish.
"Yeah, sorry, I just love talking to her." I say, teeth chattering as he walks me to my car under the flickery weak orange of the feeble parkinglot lamp.
"Yeah." He smiles wistfully. "You're really cute when you talk to her."
I look sideways at him, my head mobility limited becaise of my extra bundle-y scarf and my wrap-around-back earmuff thing (dick cheney style). "I am?" Everybody always simultaneously loves being called 'cute' by the person they love, but feels those prickles of self-conscious embarrassment too.
"Yeah." He asserts, his dimple deepening and his lips twisting. "Makes me know that all that stuff you always say about not wanting kids is total bullshit."
I laugh and argue that you can't handpick your kids. I can't have Kate.
"Still." He says, maddeningly assured. I tell him he was pretty damned cute tonight with jack, this little round-faced, freckley, dimples, bespectacled ball of energy and enthusiasm that Aaron has affectionately dubbed 'Jack Attack', a nickname that reflects and embodies this boys tenacity and verve to a T! The boy looks like he could be our kid in alot of ways, and he follows aaron around like a very cheerful, very inquisitive, very effervescent puppy dog. Seeing Aaron interact with this kid makes my Cthulu Vag rear her head and twitch her yearning tentacles!

Then today was the fam party and I swear, this guy was made to be a dad. And a role model. And a teacher. And a mentor. And a friend. He is great with all the ages. From the little toddlers, to the pre-school aged, to the gradeschool students, to the middle schoolers and especially, perhaps, the high schools kids. He is great. And natural. And easy.

I mention, on the car ride home, that I don't think I'd make a very good mother. I was laughing about something I'd said and done... Oh I was discussing how I hate this one particular kindergartener. Yes. i am a person with the capacity to hate a kindergartener.

He laughed along with me but confessed that he loves to see me interact with the kids at aftercare. Tells me that I'm perfect, and just how he thinks people should be with kids. Admittedly somwehat less patient than he, himself, is, "But that's okay" he tells me. "I'm patient enough for the both of us."

And then tonight Natalie awoke quite suddenly with a nightmare and Aaron outstripped me and was upstairs before I could even mount the stairs. He had her hushed and rocked and back to sleep in no time! And he is not her usual babysitter, he looks nothing like her mother-- (half my success with that child is due to the fact that I look & sound so much like her mother, I'm convinced), and he's a man. But she settled down, cuddled up, and drifted off. He was awesome.

I love him. I love the idea of him as a father.

I just don't know if we'll ever get to do it. . .