{"id":4792,"date":"2011-05-16T06:00:11","date_gmt":"2011-05-16T13:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/?p=4792"},"modified":"2011-05-15T18:20:51","modified_gmt":"2011-05-16T01:20:51","slug":"memories-are-made-of-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/memories-are-made-of-this\/","title":{"rendered":"Memories are Made of This"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My great-nephew turned one on Saturday, and Eldest Son turns 23 today. E.S. also moved (partway) out of the house on Friday. I say partway because the moving occurred all weekend, and he&#8217;s left a lot of his stuff here. He&#8217;s moving in with two other people while he finishes his teaching certification and B.Ed. and gets on with life. He&#8217;s lived on his own before, two years away at university, one of those in Residence and the other in a basement suite with (at first) strangers of multiple nationalities. But this is his first time living entirely on his own dime.<\/p>\n<p>Attending my great-nephew&#8217;s first birthday so close to E.S.&#8217;s birthday, compiled with E.S. moving out, brought back a ton of memories. I&#8217;m in memory-mode, anyway, as one year ago yesterday, my husband and I <a href=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/2010\/06\/21\/peru-days-1-2-travel-and-sleep-or-lack-thereof\/\" target=\"_blank\">began our trip to Peru<\/a>. Every day for the next three weeks, I&#8217;ll be reliving that trip, thinking about what we were doing on such-and-such day.<\/p>\n<p>Plus, thirty years ago (the same age my niece, the great-nephew&#8217;s mommy, is turning tomorrow), my husband and I had just returned from backpacking through Europe. We weren&#8217;t married then. We were traveling in sin.<\/p>\n<p>But, today, my &#8220;baby&#8221; is 23. We&#8217;re having a family dinner and a Dairy Queen ice-cream cake.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4794\" title=\"es_first_bday\" src=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"361\" height=\"261\" srcset=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday.jpg 361w, https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday-150x108.jpg 150w, https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday-300x216.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 361px) 100vw, 361px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The thing I love most about babies turning one is the face-plant they usually do in their cakes. My great-nephew had a huge party and received tons of presents. When E.S. was a baby, my husband and I were living a 3-hour drive away from our hometown. So E.S. had only one friend at his party, a baby girl named Meghan. It was\u00a0a low-key affair, to be sure, but he didn&#8217;t suffer cake-wise. A week later we traveled back to our hometown and had another celebration\u2014and another cake!<\/p>\n<p>Happy birthday, E.S.!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday_cake.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4795\" title=\"es_first_bday_cake\" src=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday_cake.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"375\" height=\"551\" srcset=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday_cake.jpg 375w, https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday_cake-102x150.jpg 102w, https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday_cake-204x300.jpg 204w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 375px) 100vw, 375px\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/es_first_bday.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Everyone say, &#8220;Awwwwwww.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My great-nephew turned one on Saturday, and Eldest Son turns 23 today. E.S. also moved (partway) out of the house on Friday. I say partway because the moving occurred all weekend, and he&#8217;s left a lot of his stuff here. He&#8217;s moving in with two other people while he finishes his teaching certification and B.Ed.&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/memories-are-made-of-this\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Memories are Made of This<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":51,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4792","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-non-writing-life","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4792","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/51"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4792"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4792\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4807,"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4792\/revisions\/4807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4792"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4792"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyprocter-king.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4792"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}