Last night, I heard Martin drop his paint supplies in the other room, bolt out of the house, and then peel out of the driveway into town. I figured he needed something before the stores closed, so I didn’t think anything of it. He returned about 20 minutes later, looking exhausted.
I’m on sticker-removal duty today. This delicate procedure is so thankless. To all those parents out there with chipped fingernails, reeking of rubbing alcohol, and cursing all adhesives…I see you. I hear you. I am just like you.
These days, it is ALL ABOUT tactile learning through touch. When I have him in my arms, he goes straight for my mouth. Sometimes I bite, but mostly I sing, over-enunciating some Eurythmics lyrics or humming along with Enya. Continue reading
Another morning of seven people going in 20 different directions as fast as possible. According to my planner, we have down time scheduled in February. Until then, I take photos like this (from the weekend) to capture those fleeting moments when we can slow down and catch our breath and some Zzzzzzzs. Continue reading
Setting my weekday alarm clock for anything later than 5:30 a.m. is absolutely an example of relentless optimism that I may, indeed, need to be roused from a deep and restful sleep. Ha! As if I really need the help getting up so early! Thanks to the baby and these three earlybirds who can’t wait to get to school, I really don’t need the alarm. Continue reading
Martin and I are enrolled in the same university class. Same homework deadline tonight. Same attention-seeking baby genius who insists on being a chatterbox this evening. At least it seems he’s trying to give us the answers, doesn’t it? Continue reading
(whispers) “Between you and me, Mom, I’m pretty sure it was not my hungry whimpers that woke you up at 3 a.m., but Dad’s chainsaw snores as he shreds through a forest of dreams. You really think I can compete with that?”
All the experts say one shouldn’t coo, play, make eye contact, or engage during overnight feedings, because doing so teaches the baby to expect such activity at all hours. Clearly, I still have to work on that… Continue reading
Martin caught us dancing to some Glenn Miller Orchestra this morning. My dance partner steps on my feet and sometimes loses count, but it’s always on my mind that one day, he’s going to tower over me and he will be the one to lead and twirl me around.
Here’s hoping he’ll still feel like dancing with Mom every now and then when the big bands play.
Martin’s brother is here with his girls, so there are 9.5 people in the house at this very moment. And I love it. The noise. The energy. Air mattresses and blankets everywhere. And there will be even more visitors coming thru in the weeks and months ahead.
Love having so many of my favorite people around me. Continue reading
1:14 p.m. – Kinda hard to check in for a *scheduled* pre-op/registration appointment at the hospital when NOBODY shows up for work. Someone yelled out from an office that we will be seen soon, but it is a ghost town. I made Martin smile for the picture. Can you tell he’s super proud of German customer service?
Lunch. The admins were out to lunch. Yea!!!! Continue reading