Friday Bits
What a strange in-between state we’re in: knowing we’re leaving, but having no idea when. We assume it will be by the end of June, but that’s pure speculation. There’s such a big move coming…but, for now, life goes on as usual.
I did do one immensely satisfying project in preparation for our upcoming downsizing: I bought a CD book, filled it with my CDs, and threw away all my CD cases. I may be the last person on earth to have done this, and I probably should have just thrown away the CDs, too, but at least now they’re contained and take up only a fraction of the shelf space they had before. It was, like wrapping coins, the sort of pointless organizational project that I love, and which I have far too little time for in these baby-days. A big move forces these projects to get done. Next up: going through my filing cabinet! I’m giddy with anticipation!
Last night, Lucia, uncharacteristically, woke up at 9:30, 2:30, 4:00, and, ultimately, 5:00. Andrew soothed her quickly back to sleep the first three times; and I fed her and brought her into bed with us the last time. When I lifted her from her crib at 5:00, I realized she was soaking wet—absolutely drenched—which is strange because she rarely has leaks anymore. But she was still sleepy so I just snugged her under our covers and we slept another hour. Only when she woke up and Andrew went to change her clothes did we realize what had happened: Andrew had forgotten to put a diaper on her last night. He was on his own for bedtime while I got my hair cut; and he just forgot. That explains her waking up! Poor baby. And poor Andrew. My head is spinning with moving-thoughts, and he has all that plus new-job thoughts as well.
Lucia has learned how to clap. She claps and claps with a big smile on her face, and sometimes pauses until I encourage her with still more boisterous cries of “YAYYYYY Lucia! Yayyyyyy!” I think she learned because I clap at everything she does. Good eating! Good picking up of your sphere! Good dropping of your block! Good everything! Cute good perfect baby!
Lucia and I had lunch with our friends Emily and baby Emma this week. The babies actually played together for a while—sitting cutely on a blanket. Then I saw Lucia reach over and grab a toy right out of Emma’s hands. To my slight alarm, she did this a couple of times. I always worry that in the future Lucia is going to be a quiet child, out of place among louder, more aggressive children, just as I was—but what if she’s the louder, more aggressive child? I’d never thought of that until I saw her make her entitled, unhesitating toy-grab. Maybe I’d better stop clapping for her so much.
We’re heading out this weekend for a three-day goodbye tour of some of our favorite places in California: Ukiah, Philo, possibly Mendocino, Glen Ellen, Sonoma, Napa. It’ll be our longest road trip yet with Lucia. It should be fun and sad. We know we’ll be back to California-places like San Francisco someday; but I think it’s unlikely we’ll get back to, say, Philo. The first of many goodbyes.
I did do one immensely satisfying project in preparation for our upcoming downsizing: I bought a CD book, filled it with my CDs, and threw away all my CD cases. I may be the last person on earth to have done this, and I probably should have just thrown away the CDs, too, but at least now they’re contained and take up only a fraction of the shelf space they had before. It was, like wrapping coins, the sort of pointless organizational project that I love, and which I have far too little time for in these baby-days. A big move forces these projects to get done. Next up: going through my filing cabinet! I’m giddy with anticipation!
Last night, Lucia, uncharacteristically, woke up at 9:30, 2:30, 4:00, and, ultimately, 5:00. Andrew soothed her quickly back to sleep the first three times; and I fed her and brought her into bed with us the last time. When I lifted her from her crib at 5:00, I realized she was soaking wet—absolutely drenched—which is strange because she rarely has leaks anymore. But she was still sleepy so I just snugged her under our covers and we slept another hour. Only when she woke up and Andrew went to change her clothes did we realize what had happened: Andrew had forgotten to put a diaper on her last night. He was on his own for bedtime while I got my hair cut; and he just forgot. That explains her waking up! Poor baby. And poor Andrew. My head is spinning with moving-thoughts, and he has all that plus new-job thoughts as well.
Lucia has learned how to clap. She claps and claps with a big smile on her face, and sometimes pauses until I encourage her with still more boisterous cries of “YAYYYYY Lucia! Yayyyyyy!” I think she learned because I clap at everything she does. Good eating! Good picking up of your sphere! Good dropping of your block! Good everything! Cute good perfect baby!
Lucia and I had lunch with our friends Emily and baby Emma this week. The babies actually played together for a while—sitting cutely on a blanket. Then I saw Lucia reach over and grab a toy right out of Emma’s hands. To my slight alarm, she did this a couple of times. I always worry that in the future Lucia is going to be a quiet child, out of place among louder, more aggressive children, just as I was—but what if she’s the louder, more aggressive child? I’d never thought of that until I saw her make her entitled, unhesitating toy-grab. Maybe I’d better stop clapping for her so much.
We’re heading out this weekend for a three-day goodbye tour of some of our favorite places in California: Ukiah, Philo, possibly Mendocino, Glen Ellen, Sonoma, Napa. It’ll be our longest road trip yet with Lucia. It should be fun and sad. We know we’ll be back to California-places like San Francisco someday; but I think it’s unlikely we’ll get back to, say, Philo. The first of many goodbyes.
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