I'm home. Almost always, and that's okay. With a new(ish) baby (7 weeks old yesterday), you retrench, and you are beholden to him. I am where he needs me to be. Prepared to feed him when he cries out in hunger, prepared to change him when he protests his state of being, and always there to cuddle and love on this precious little life form that came from us.
Christmas is come and gone. We had a sprinkling of snow just to make it whimsical. But it didn't stay long. Today there were only a few blobs of snow here and there, and there were none on our little promenade. We took a walk around our 'block', and explored a dead-end street where this path led into a vacant property that was overgrown with mossy, drapey, lush and green life. We had to turn back when the path was blocked by not just one, but two fallen trees. Since we were pushing Baby J in the stroller, we could not go on.
We never get tired of filling up our phone galleries with pictures like this. Baby J is always quite disposed to providing us with pose after pose, baby versions of the Blue Steel and Magnum. Teehee. His sweetness comes with a thousand faces. Now that he's started smiling, now it's a race to capture that. It is beyond adorable.
Like I said before, even the bluster and sourness of the great Satan herself has been cowed by his charms. She spends most of the time showing the baby off to every senior in residence; and she won't let anyone hold him. Hell, she barely even allows great Grandma Georgia to hold him. When she does, she hovers, like a fussy nursemaid, worrying that Grandma might not be holding him correctly. She takes every chance she can to snatch the child out of her arms. The selfishness is still there, but at least she isn't a bloody monster. She is actually tolerable to be around.
My husband took this picture today. His desk is on the other side of the sofa bend, so I propped the little one up there so he could spy on his father who was at his computer. I'm sitting there behind him with my hand on his bum, holding him there. The boy was curious about the phone as my husband snapped this picture. Mr. Crankypants has good days and bad days. Today was a good day. Good mood, lots of cooing and smiling and kicking of the legs.
One of my favourite images. Dan is cuddling Baby J. I do love these boys with all of my soul.
Some sleepy-cuddly peaceful cuteness.
Incidentally, I am choosing to actually participate in a Month of Letters this year. Last year, I just wasn't able to. I am home now, I am in possession of quills, ink, wax seals and paper, so why not. I encourage you to participate. I decided to do this the old school way, but there are no rules, really. Click the image to the main page and sign up. You can find pen pals from all over the world to write to and receive correspondence from. Keep the art of real letter-writing alive and join in. :)
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I am determined to do something creative this week. I will keep you all apprised if I do, since everything has slowed down to accommodate the new arrival. I'm hoping there will be some slip back to normality at some point. Every day he coalesces more and more into a whole person. His behaviour is less instinctive and more social. Alexander is the center of my universe. Hopefully in time, he'd be willing to share. Reading Alicia Paulson's blog, I have no idea how she finds time to do anything.
I had to bid goodbye to someone very dear to me today, but do so quietly from a distance. My sweet horse, who my sister was caring for up until recently, has been sent to a new home. My sister offered to take him when I discovered I was pregnant. Rather than have to lose him, it was a chance for us to retrench and figure things out. But circumstances changed, and my sister informed me that she couldn't keep him anymore, and that she needed to get rid of him and of her own horses, leaving me little opportunity to come up with options. So she re-homed him. I can't say I'm not broken hearted, because I am. I am devastated, but I don't have time to wallow in self-pity. The whole thing is something I dreaded but something I kind of expected. But I am also relieved. When the time comes when we are solvent enough to afford it and when my time isn't consumed by this little baby of ours, I will find another horse to love--and hopefully a better situation to keep him/her in. But I will miss Tag. Dearly.
|Farewell big boy.|