Unedited.
I don't even know how to begin to apologize for the seven month gap in these posts. It's so easy to forget, when I'm busy, how much I really enjoy writing to you. So, by way of apology, I think I will simply do my best not to let it happen again.
I am sitting in our living room right now with the windows open for the first time this fall. The front door is open too, since Barry the handyman wrestled for about an hour with the screen door last month to get it to close. The fan is on and dinner is prepped. I can hear birds and distant traffic. I love fall. When you wake up we'll go to the park.
You have a stay-at-home mother as of two weeks ago, which I guess means I need a good excuse as to why I didn't write this earlier. Stay tuned! We went to a MOMS Club meeting this morning. Moms Offering Moms Support. Their literature talks about understanding mothers' decisions to stay at home and the organization being a support network for that process? Ridiculous, like it's so controversial and almost everyone wouldn't choose to not work if they could. But everyone there was really great.I'm excited.
It's going to be so nice being home with you and not having to coop you up in the office for so long every day. You are not a baby who appreciates being cooped. You are a mover and a shaker. The kind of baby who gets shit done. Every day you remove every pot from my drawer and line them up across the kitchen floor. All doors must be closed and all toys must be out. You would play in my closet for hours if I let you, removing socks from drawers and shoes from shelves, creating a sea of footwear that you wade through happily.
Most of the children in the playgroups we've attended this month are about 2. They speak in sentences. They willingly brush their teeth. They share. You do none of these things and are prone to hitting/pushing the bigger kids when you want their toys. I know this is normal, but it makes me uneasy because I haven't spent much time around other moms, nor you around other kids, and I'm not quite sure how to react. There was a boy your age at one of the groups. He pushed you and grabbed toys willy nilly. It was so reassuring to me and it didn't phase you at all. You accepted the push with the grace of one who can take it as well as he can dish it.
You are talking more and more, though. You make a blubbery noise with your lips every time you see an elephant. You know the sounds for lions and owls. Dogs are the best things in the world. You hug and kiss any animal you come across, stuffed or otherwise. You're still sleeping like an angel and eating like Calista Flockhart.
Last week you had a cold, which I caught in the form of an ear infection. Adults should not get ear infections! Holy catfish it hurts so bad. This is the second one this year. Can you imagine if it becomes a trend? I'll be the only grown up on the surgery roster for ear tubes.
The week before that we had just gotten back from Palm City where my mother (who you call Nana) had a double mastectomy. It was scary and stressful, even though it's one of the easiest kinds of cancer to have.
It took me awhile to get back to normal, but I think we're there.
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