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Jan. 2nd, 2010 02:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantA quiet day home with the baby. My back is getting better by tiny increments; we sit on the floor and play, pet the cat, she chews on her linking letters. Kirk and my brother went out to buy 1) a bed for my mother in law who is visiting at the end of the month, and then 2) a car. They are driving it home, a red Forester. Kirk's new job starts on Monday, I can still hardly believe it's real. While they are out I have napped with Penny, fed her, pumped my milk, played downstairs, made a quesadilla for lunch with one hand, rolled on the blanket, tickled her face with my hair to make her laugh, let her play in the saucer while I vacuumed up needles from the tree the boys took down earlier, changed her diaper, and now back to bed for the afternoon nap. I want to record all this because it is so typical and yet mundane, I tend to forget how the day has been filled at all.
Things on my mind: want to make soup, want to make meatloaf with eggplant in it, need to finish laundry, rearrange the nursey to set up the guest bed, need to pay bills, clean bathrooms, all of that housey stuff. The house feels big again with the tree gone. I can cook again after weeks of not being able to stand without pain. I love this feeling, that things are getting better and the whole shiny year is stretched out ahead of me.
Things on my mind: want to make soup, want to make meatloaf with eggplant in it, need to finish laundry, rearrange the nursey to set up the guest bed, need to pay bills, clean bathrooms, all of that housey stuff. The house feels big again with the tree gone. I can cook again after weeks of not being able to stand without pain. I love this feeling, that things are getting better and the whole shiny year is stretched out ahead of me.
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Date: 2010-01-03 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-03 01:51 am (UTC)they went home early this time
my weekend family is exactly that since march when we all met in mexico. i taught her to say 'yes' and stay in the shade. yesterday at bath time she said "metamorphosis" which we'd just watched on sesame street like 20 minutes earlier, but still, not even 2 and a half. i basically met her as she became verbal, and her mom, too, because her mom had two brain surgeries and was "rebooted" from the ordeal like two years ago also. so they come over and Chloe says, "John... you're my John. Mommy, you're my mommy. John, want mommy." Which I do. But there was a discussion for about a month if I am actually Daddy and I said I'm John. I can tell she's been waiting for him to write. Instead he ran to Florida and hid. I'm twenty times the guy he is. Every weekend, at least at present.