My stories for this fall are all about gratitude. Peach cobbler with raspberries that I froze right outta my own back garden. Cooler nights. Max (our resident fraidy-cat) will now occasionally let me walk up and pet him, as though we have a normal cat-monkey relationship. Despite recent work challenges, I am one half of a rockin' team, with all the attendant laughing and weirdly seamless support that implies. I get to go hang with my gorgeous niece in a couple of days. Lizbeth and spook are folks I feel happy and relaxed and excited to be coming home to. spook continues to offer me generous love while I get my shit correct, a process which is both exhausting and satisfying.
Oh, and that Lucy girl--y'all get the updates on my white-knuckle babysitting for the first little bit, I'm afraid. I'm an anxious person by nature, and although I do have a groove for kids where I relax into it, it's taking a bit of stumbling to find it again. I keep doing this thing where I'm so focussed on supporting her neck that I end up holding her in a really weird, awkward way, and then I forget I can do the common-sense thing to adjust the hold so we're both more comfortable. Feeding her was pretty good, though, and fortunately for me I had Magic Uncle Paul for backup my first time. (Magic Uncle Paul makes Lucy stop crying. I dunno how. That's why it's magic.) Overall I'm still awed, something I have energy for because I'm not up with her all night every night.
I bought graph paper. It helps when I'm moving stuff around.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
That whole Magic Uncle Paul thing doesn't surprise me at all. Pleeeeese, Paul, pleeeeease do your ECE...It would be so good.
thanks for taking care of my daughter. BTW, its mostly Paul's shoulder that's magic. At least that's what I heard.
your daughter is a joy and a miracle. save your thanks for when I'm talking her out of that unfortunate tattoo in fifteen years or so.
Post a Comment