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Aug. 10th, 2007 02:03 pmThis post is for my mama, who had my blog page up in her beautiful and newly revamped office/sitting room. When my current environs get too cluttered, crazy and filthy, I imagine sneaking down to that room where there's a big comfy chair, a clean wood desk for the computer, and beautiful walls without last year's art hanging all over the walls.
Bonzo is two months old today. We went back to Ohio last weekend for the "meet the baby" tour; we had an open house where some of my family and old college friends got to meet and catch up, Bonzo got introduced to his great great grandmother (oh, the photos! So many photos were taken!) and we got a little hometown ice cream. It takes much longer to drive to Ohio with a baby in the back seat; he cried all the way through Indiana on the way out, and we stopped a zillion times, but on the way back he endured the carseat quietly and we were able to make it back in a little over eight hours. (It used to take about six, though when El and I were dating and I worked in the north of my city and he lived in the south of his, we could do it in five.) I wish we could go back there already, though in real life we'll probably go out less often.
(Unrelated to anything: I just finished another paper for my online course, and it's marinating before it gets final proofreading and sent off tonight. Can I get a hooray? It's less than two weeks late, which is pretty good for me this summer.)
This week has been long. The heat keeps us inside for the most part, and neither the kid or I are very sane when we don't walk. Going out with the other mamas took the edge off, but didn't raise me quite into "normal" range. The call of the television and the library has been strong, and I've been watching 30 Minute Meals and reading Mr. Spaceman when I should be doing laundry or playing tummy time with the kiddo. Oh, my media fantasyland, how I miss you.
Today we walked to the beach in the morning with our hats on. Bonzo really likes the baby bjorn, and will stare over my shoulder and watch the trees and building tops go by. I found a sliding puzzle with a disjointed red animal on it: lobster? lion? cow? I tried to slide the pieces back into place, but sand had gotten between the tracks and I have never had the patience for those games. A girl in a black dress handed me a religious tract about paradise. On the way back, a woman with groceries overtook me and said jovially, "Boy, I wish I could have someone carry me around all day today." Yes. Yes, I feel exactly the same way.
Bonzo is two months old today. We went back to Ohio last weekend for the "meet the baby" tour; we had an open house where some of my family and old college friends got to meet and catch up, Bonzo got introduced to his great great grandmother (oh, the photos! So many photos were taken!) and we got a little hometown ice cream. It takes much longer to drive to Ohio with a baby in the back seat; he cried all the way through Indiana on the way out, and we stopped a zillion times, but on the way back he endured the carseat quietly and we were able to make it back in a little over eight hours. (It used to take about six, though when El and I were dating and I worked in the north of my city and he lived in the south of his, we could do it in five.) I wish we could go back there already, though in real life we'll probably go out less often.
(Unrelated to anything: I just finished another paper for my online course, and it's marinating before it gets final proofreading and sent off tonight. Can I get a hooray? It's less than two weeks late, which is pretty good for me this summer.)
This week has been long. The heat keeps us inside for the most part, and neither the kid or I are very sane when we don't walk. Going out with the other mamas took the edge off, but didn't raise me quite into "normal" range. The call of the television and the library has been strong, and I've been watching 30 Minute Meals and reading Mr. Spaceman when I should be doing laundry or playing tummy time with the kiddo. Oh, my media fantasyland, how I miss you.
Today we walked to the beach in the morning with our hats on. Bonzo really likes the baby bjorn, and will stare over my shoulder and watch the trees and building tops go by. I found a sliding puzzle with a disjointed red animal on it: lobster? lion? cow? I tried to slide the pieces back into place, but sand had gotten between the tracks and I have never had the patience for those games. A girl in a black dress handed me a religious tract about paradise. On the way back, a woman with groceries overtook me and said jovially, "Boy, I wish I could have someone carry me around all day today." Yes. Yes, I feel exactly the same way.
