Z and I started our make-room-for-baby 3rd floor reno by going through all the crap we’d dumped up there over the last almost two years. This is the first house we’ve lived in together, we’ve been apartment folks up till now, so it’s the first time we’ve had extra room for storage. Both sets of parents sent up a bunch of stuff they’d been saving for us for years. Included in my shipment was a ton of toys from my childhood. Sadly, much of it was covered in mold and had to be tossed (farewell sweet My Little Ponies). But I was able to salvage a bunch of cool toys I’d forgotten about. Like the extensive Tupperware set that matched a full size one we used growing up. And the Fisher Price School Days Desk. And my Pound Puppy and Cabbage Patch Kid. And maybe most excitingly, the group of homemade Cabbage Patch Kids sewn by the mother of our favorite childhood babysitter.
The homemade Cabbage Patch Kid has become a special favorite of T’s. This isn’t the first time we’ve found him holding the baby while sitting in the blue chair. Yesterday when T was hugging him I asked what the baby was named (We’ve been using our New Guy’s name freely around the house to let T get used to it. One of the millions of things I swore I’d never do before I became a parent. Thought it was bad luck and just not right to give an unborn babe a name. God, I was a judgmental idiot.). And he called the doll by his brother-to-be’s name. I’m not gonna lie, there were tears in my eyes. Then again, I’m an over-sentimental pregnant fool. There are sort of always tears in my eyes these days.
I can’t wait to take a picture of T holding his new brother in that chair. Um, at that point I promise I’ll tidy the room a bit. And the doll? When my sister and I played with him more than 25 years ago we called him Tommy.