We still don't have power. We were back in our place last night, having cleared out of our friends' place before we drove them mad. (You know how it is when people are truly kind and trying to be as polite as possible, and are telling you "Stay! Stay!", but it's tinged with faint desperation? As it, "You're sleeping in our TV room, your child seems to need to cry before she goes to sleep, and Oh-Dear-God what do you have drying in our dishdrainer?")
Yeah. That happened, and so.
(It was breast pump stuff in the dishdrainer, and also it turns out that the one part of Eva's sleep equation that's non-negotiable is having a dark room. Outside of her little bat cave at our place, or the portable bat caves we've put up at grandparents' houses and the beach, the whole right to sleep thing didn't really happen. At all.)
Two things:
1) I cannot freaking WAIT to eat something other than cereal again, and
2) It's amazing how many kids there are living in our neighborhood! At no point in the summer did I ever hear this much laughter coming through the windows. When school's out and the power is, too, playing outside suddenly looks appealing. I think they've just all been inside their houses on the Wii before now.
ETA: Oh yes, and my mother left this morning. I was sad to see her go, as I always am, but I felt a little guilty. It cannot be denied that I was partly sad because we didn't get to the basement deep-clean that she came up for in the first place. Instant childcare, and POOF! No lights. Our bedroom is also in desperate need of help. I manage to keep the downstairs looking pretty decent, and Mr. Milkweed cleans the bathroom, but our bedroom? It's like a clothes bomb exploded in there. With comic book shrapnel. And a mini-strafing of papers. When the heck am I supposed to get to it? I already push the limits of Eva's tolerance by putting her in the playpen to empty the dishwasher or cook. Why, oh why did I not become a babywearer?
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I have mixed emotions about the end of your entry. I'm oddly happy to hear your house is messy because mine is a wreck. But I'm equally disappointed because I really thought (and I realize this is possibly very naive) that any moment now my 6-month old would decide playing by himself for more than 10 minutes at a time was awesome! Sigh.
Sigh, indeed! It's tough, isn't it? I did manage to occupy her yesterday with a magazine insert long enough to get up off the floor with a book for about that long. I kept waiting for her to put it in her mouth or get bored, but no...she was captivated.
Our mother would put us in a highchair in whatever room she was in so that we could watch her. That was apparently entertaining. And she did this a bit with Eva, and Eva was enthralled to see what her Nana was doing just a few feet away. It's a thought. We turned out okay, you know.
P.S. Like the t-shirt? It's my birthday present from you! :)
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