I had become brown as a bear (and as big as a bear) since the time my maternity leave began in June.
My daughter Jordan, 2 at the time and I stuck to a simple schedule for weeks:
Lazy afternoons at the neighbor's pool. I got an immense thrill hefting my 9 month pregnant body up on the diving board in front of the neighbor ladies who never failed to let out a loud gasp as I hit the water.
Then, like clock work it was officially nap time for Jordan and I. Being this was not my first time at the rodeo I was motivated to store up on as much sleep as humanly possible.
After dinner it was time to hang out and watch our favorite family tv time program, The Muppet Show. Dancing usually ensued.
July 21, 1982 we were on our third turn around the living room I felt the little telltale "pop". Then wet trickle, running down my legs. I looked up into my brother's shocked face and said, "Oh Lordy, my water just broke". By the time I came out of the bathroom he had scedaddled out of there.
A few hours later contractions started. Midwives were called. Grandma came and took Jordan back to her house. It was a whirlwind labor. I stood in the shower as the sun came up, whining and bemoaning the fact that it wasn't over yet. A few minutes later, just after 6 a.m., my little boy slid into the world.
(For 31 years I've wondered exactly what the paperboy heard through the open window that morning and if the poor man is still in therapy as a result.)
So Michael Warren Nault joined his sister Jordan. Everyone said, "how nice, you have a boy and a girl now you can be done." You'll have to excuse me while I laugh at that. 4 additional sisters were put on earth to torment this boy. That's why we refer to him as the Prince.
The birthday kiss
Everyone claims he's my favorite, and to be blunt, he often is. I just love this boy to pieces. He's simply the child I'm the most sympatico with. We have similar personality traits, likes & dislikes, loyalties, sense of humor, taste in music. We work well together and have fun while doing so.
I realize it's bad mothering form to show favorites, but after spending decades parenting I've decided a new approach may be more affective. I'm thinking I may put up a leader board in the kitchen and let the 6 of them compete for position on a weekly basis.
Growing up in a house full of females has left it's mark on the man. Like most men, he can be a tool. He mumbles, spends too much time in dive bars, frequently loses his cell phone and acts comatose after a stressful day at work. But he loves his mama & stands by his sisters. All 5 of them. He can cook, clean, fix stuff, is generally fun to be around and is kicking ass at work on a daily basis.
Michael & Virgil
He adores his Grandpa and the feeling is mutual. I think you can see which side of the gene pool Michael hails from as far as stature & body build. Like good old Virgil, he's somone you can count on to have your back.
The lady who finally gets this Prince of ours is going to have a well seasoned guy who is used to dealing with girl stuff. Of course she's going to have to be pretty hardy to past muster with all the hens in this house.