"Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?"
An early morning post to intentionally thank God that RKZ is back safe from Toronto. Yes, he spent the weekend facilitating the move of most of our earthly posessions. Anyone who knows me knows that it was better that I wasn't involved -- I am basically a stress-magnet & all stressful situations are only intesified by connecting to my emotions. It's not something I'm proud of, mind you, but it is better that RKZ went back to TO alone.
The move went well, as we were excited to get the same driver who moved us from California to TO (we're using the same company). His (Gord's - I couldn't make that up) reaction was simply, "You guys don't stay put for very long, do ya?" A sentiment echoed by many of our Canadian friends. This is ironic, of course, since RKZ & I lived in California for 13 years a piece - about as long as I've ever lived anywhere.
Buck & I spent the weekend near the rental condo. It was an exciting time as I realized that my life has broiled down to wiping baby snot onto my jeans (and being thankful that I don't really care about those jeans) in lieu of having a tissue. I spend a lot of time wiping my hand across Buck's face because it continues to be covered with drool &/or milk. Now that he has a cold, the snot is a new addition. When did I (who considered myself a lovely, accomplished woman) become the expert on all thing liquid & disgusting relating to babies? When not wiping, I am singing every nursery rhyme song imaginable. If it is catchy & annoying - I know it. Buck still loves to dance - and the songs are a happy distraction. It was 4 days of wiping, singing, and "finger walking" where Buck walks around the house while holding my fingers.
This is why I'm thanking God for RKZ coming back. He already let me sleep in this morning -- an amazing man, really. And he fed Buck & changed a few poops. Yes - you might be jealous of the glamour -- but it is nice living a real life with 2 people who are basically happy all the time. To my joy, snot doesn't seem to bother either one of them. Which is pretty nice, if I think about it.
The move went well, as we were excited to get the same driver who moved us from California to TO (we're using the same company). His (Gord's - I couldn't make that up) reaction was simply, "You guys don't stay put for very long, do ya?" A sentiment echoed by many of our Canadian friends. This is ironic, of course, since RKZ & I lived in California for 13 years a piece - about as long as I've ever lived anywhere.
Buck & I spent the weekend near the rental condo. It was an exciting time as I realized that my life has broiled down to wiping baby snot onto my jeans (and being thankful that I don't really care about those jeans) in lieu of having a tissue. I spend a lot of time wiping my hand across Buck's face because it continues to be covered with drool &/or milk. Now that he has a cold, the snot is a new addition. When did I (who considered myself a lovely, accomplished woman) become the expert on all thing liquid & disgusting relating to babies? When not wiping, I am singing every nursery rhyme song imaginable. If it is catchy & annoying - I know it. Buck still loves to dance - and the songs are a happy distraction. It was 4 days of wiping, singing, and "finger walking" where Buck walks around the house while holding my fingers.
This is why I'm thanking God for RKZ coming back. He already let me sleep in this morning -- an amazing man, really. And he fed Buck & changed a few poops. Yes - you might be jealous of the glamour -- but it is nice living a real life with 2 people who are basically happy all the time. To my joy, snot doesn't seem to bother either one of them. Which is pretty nice, if I think about it.
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