PUDDLE JUMPING

“Oh Kate.  Morning sickness.”  Nothing to hide and it is out in the open.  Checked into a hospital, and others came later to check on her, husband included.  Is the pinnacle of life, and Royal Littles.  And I recall a story.  Down at your feet and pulling on you, saying:  “Daddy Puddle.”  And instantly I knew a comma was missing, and so I fired back a comment:  “Baby, puddle.” 

And is how this all got started as a father-son or daughter-father conversation, reminding myself that frontier men don’t talk much.  Busy killing time and anything that moves, we call it meat and greet and ole time hunting.  Sparse with the language and not yet reading, we simplify everything.  And that’s how my mind manufactured the idea of long-range planning and giving in to the moment.  And the subject: Puddle Jumping.

 

Royal Children, like regular ones are a gift of life.  Special in every way.  Having said that, we must now prepare for the season of media delight when every move and hesitation is a royal moment to be reported.  Long conversation this will be, as media has something other than killing to report.  Gift of Life.  Royal Children.  And I am almost speechless, but get it out.  “Oh Kate.  Now it all begins.  Puddle Jumping.”  A form of code and logic. 

In the beginning one has to learn, and make it seem as if this is an everyday thing.  And for the Nanny it is.  If you say, “Not really that kind of girl.”  Then we know.  And know we do, to hop, skip and leap across the Atlantic and all the crazy that comes with it.  Oh so many sleepless nights. 

And its just morning sickness.  We should prepare.

Bringing us to the discussion, “Why This?”  Puddle Jumping?  Well, its simple for me.  It can be an adventure of the dimension that is universal.  Sun/Son comes out and now it is official.  Mother of a Prince.  And Princes, too.  Haven’t ruled out the possibility.  Twins.  And don’t forget the comma.  “Oh, boy and girl.  Such a joy to find out.  Put the welcome mat out.  Bring her home.  Was in the hospital.  Morning Sickness.  We want details. 

And no matter what I blog here, let me stress and worry and make the point, what is said is only good for about fifteen minutes.  And with children it all speeds up.  So if you have two, then puddle jumping becomes the norm.  Just saying.  Have Velcro and changing nappies is easy.  So they say.  Up-side down and rolling about, takes a little practice and yet are in the age of no-stick-um, now.  Meaning forget the pins and needles.  Limited crying, but it still happens. 

And now I remember, this can’t be another blog about the rain, and so it isn’t.  Sports.  News.  Weather.  Royal Children.  “Oh, Kate.”

Now what?  Don’t forget the comma.  Need a little separation here.  And ear plugs.  Auto-cipher flows and makes havoc of unpaved areas in your life.  “Wipe your feet, “I mean it.”, and yes, it rained all day today, and then suddenly it cleared up.  Kids and media going a bit crazy from being in the house or in front of the hospital waiting for Kate-News, so we said:  “You need a break. 

Let’s go puddle jumping.”  Excited the kid-phase in cold and wet adults.  Remember the story.  Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away, there was a young person who had this amazing ability to Puddle and Jump.  Skip, leap and hop to the other-side.  Frawg boy.   All-legs girl.  A special treat to watch them grow up and get stronger.  One day at a time, and before you know it they are changing their own nappies.  Is meaningful, in a human way.  Personal Development. 

Life without the puddle.

“Don’t talk about the rain/reign.”

What else is there to say about all this.  Should I stop?  Rain Check.  Has he got it out of his system? 

“Deal With It.” 

But not sure I want to say that to Kate.  Morning and we are just getting started.  Some people go to church.  Pray for relief.  Other go to the grocery store and buy the strangest things.  Oh the stories we could tell.  How to deal with it.  We take turns.  His.  Hers.  Ours. 

And in the end, we realize this unusually high energy, stirring within.  Comes with the twist and turn and fundamental kicking it with you.  Bonding.  Not volunteer work.  Becomes a way of life.  And just the other day, I had enough.  Had to rant.  Blamed it on the rain and some seasonal disorder. 

But now we know.  “Oh, Kate.  Morning Sickness.”  And what more is there to say about all this?  How far will it go?  Across The Pond.  Puddle Jumping Mania.  And the event:  Royal Children:  1-2-3.  Place your bets.  Boy.  Girl.  Both.  All of the Above, and more.

Not talking about it just now, The Reign.