Friday, February 20, 2009

Happy Birthday, Merrick

Merrick, today you are six! Your mother never thought she'd have children. There's evidence of this somewhere, a wedding video replete with martinis and cigarettes, in which she swears off children like fleas. Three months later? Pregnant. Once she had one, she knew she needed a bundle of children, a pack. Not that she necessarily enjoyed children so much. Just that your mother recognized her own intensity demanded distribution among many rather than laser-like focus on one.

Because of -- well, big busy beautiful Life with complications -- your conception was delayed until your mother saw the big 4-0 bearing down, fast. Later, your parents decided, for the first time, not to find out which gender was brewing.

But one night, your mother got up to use the bathroom for the 200 millionth time. She looked out the window. Brittle snow and a bright moon, a black northern night. And as she turned from the window, she knew you were a boy. She felt you.

When you finally arrived (9 lbs and 11 ounces of you!), your parents simply threw you into the mix. One of the pack. So there was a lot of this:

You proved to be durable, of flexible purpose.

Usurped from her place as the youngest, your sister observed: "Merrick's head looks like a big chunk of meatloaf. He's a meatloaf head."

Mama asked: "How do you feel about your baby brother?"

Scarlett: "I half love him and half hate him."

Mama: "Have you ever seen meatloaf?"

Scarlett: "I have now. Meatloaf Head."

Meatloaf Head, your big sister's Love Half soon swelled to a Love Whole.

But the name stuck. Meatloaf Head or MLH for short. You also received no small amount of affection from your big brother.

Those big kids touched the moon! Later bedtimes! Books they could read without Mama! The freedom to stand up and grab a glass! They could perform miracles like making Barney appear on the television, cut shapes from paper, and make Grandma's voice come through the telephone. Their powers were magical, enviable.

So there was also a whole lot of this:

You are all about catching up. Keeping up. But sweetie, you stand alone in your love for our puppies. Here you are with the regal Thurston. The family misses you, gentle friend.

Your brothers and sisters came without the Zap Tingle Itch Ow! Skin with which you were born. Shorts? One pair will do, those with the perfectly worn elastic and tag long cut off. Shirt sleeves must fall 4 exacting inches below the shoulder with a neckline soft and pristine. You now need 20 minutes to put on your shoes because of that dreadful sock seam. The sock seam is Evil Incarnate. And it hurts your skin.

You loved motorcycles early, and still do. You got your first ride on a real motorcycle when you were three (ssshhh! don't tell Child Protection!). It was just 5 miles an hour and one block long, but still--you had arrived.

Even though you scream "Don't say that!" when she does: you are the Matron's sweet baby. You know that book, Love You Forever? Every night she sneaks into your room and stare. How lucky did she get ?

And when she can't get through that book without weeping? Scarlett steps in. "Here, Mama. Let me read that for you." Thanks, darling. Only makes her cry harder.

Merrick, you love weaponry, dogs and cats, stuffed animals and spicy rice and tofu. You are always good for a cuddle. You are a good friend and are lucky enough to share your brother's wicked sense of humor. Here, you decided that getting tied to a tree would be a really good time.

If your Ninja Turtle Sword is on the third floor and you're in the basement, your legs will hurt and tummy churn and certainly, your Mama will retrieve it? You have a way with balls and sport, batting like a 10 year-old, making basket after basket and catching Daddy's hard balls.

You play with this dog like you were one of the breed. Don't be. Remember, we're talking about Satan's Familiar.

Even though you can't read yet, you can slide down the stairs on your belly and will volunteer to be buried alive.

And you put on footie pajamas-- the minute you get home from school, every day! She figures you're a Coach Potato in training. You wear each pair until the toes are frayed and failing.

Six years on this planet! A wink and eternity. Happy birthday, babe.


Beth said...

He is beautiful.
Happy Birthday to your baby.

smalltownme said...

He's way cuter than a meatloaf. Happy Birthday!!!!

Anonymous said...

9 lb, 11 oz? That's a whole lot of baby! But what a sweetie. I love the duct-taped-to-the-tree photo. Happy birthday, Big Guy!

Unknown said...

So sweet.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Happy Birthday to both of you!

Since I suffer from the exact same sock seam affliction as Merrick I wonder if you know about the right/left sock. You might mark them for him--once you put the sock on the left foot the seam is stretched in such a way that it will never, ever work for the right foot.

Michele R said...

That was wonderful. I too have a #3 who was 9 pounds plus. Isn't the third a sweetie!!!! you have really inspired me to write more.

Anonymous said...

Oh Merrick, Happy Birthday gorgeous!

Heather said...

Aw. Happy Birthday to your baby.

Ulrike said...

"Sock seam is evil incarnate"....reminds me of Malo.

Happy birthday Merrick :-)

thefirecat said...

They actually MAKE right and left socks, for runners. I'm wearing them as we speak. But only because they don't make footie pajamas for grown-ups.

Happy birthday from one youngest of three to another. Semper Gumpy--always flexible. We have to be.

Nora said...

Lurve. Happy birthday to you both.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Merrick!

From here in Michigan...

Daisy said...

Six years -- six very, very full years! I love the smiling face - and the adorable sad face, too. What a sweetie!

Angie said...

Hi, Mary! I too have somehow lost your email! Mine is It was so good to hear from you - thank you for taking the time to say 'hi'. Yes, I've been absent for quite some time now, haven't I? My life has been a rollercoaster for the last 4 months (and not the fun-Valley-Fair-kind:) and the thought of opening all that up on my blog didn't seem like the smartest thing to do. BUT - the blogging bug has been biting at my heels recently and I even contacted Trendy Mommy about a complete blog redesign! Of course, she responded and then I felt overwhelmed - so haven't responded back - I'm so pathetic.

Anyway, I'm looking at returning soon and can't wait to get caught up with all your writing/life. I'm heading to LaCrosse next week for the big Organic Farming Conference and once that is over, I'll be in touch so we can possibly meet and talk about our 'farmers market bus' brain-child:)

Hope all is well with you and your family and thanks again for making contact - I really appreciate it.

Take care.

P.S. Happy Birthday, Merrick! What a sweetheart.

Jason, as himself said...

So sweet. What a great tribute and what a lucky guy to have a mom like you.

She She said...

Gorgeous baby, sweet post.

My daughter has a thing about the sock seam, too. Thank god for summer & sandals. I dont think I could take it year-round.

SUEB0B said...

This has nothing to do with Merrick's bday (Happy Bday Merrick!) but it reminded me of you:

Anonymous said...

Many happy returns--he looks like a really fun kid!

contemporary themes said...

I loved reading this. What a sweetie!

Cheri @ Blog This Mom!® said...

Happy Birthday.

Love you forever, too.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom!® said...

P.S. Laura (my third baby) was 9 lb. 14 1/2 oz. What's up with that, I wonder.