I took the babies to the pool by myself this morning! I hope you are proud of me. I am proud of me. Actually, I’m proud of me most mornings that I actually get all three of us dressed and out the door, even if I leave a hurricane in my wake [which is what happens most mornings].
But taking them to the pool by myself seemed very intimidating. I kept imagining how it would all go down, trying to pre-think every imminent disaster. In the end, I just packed our stuff and walked out the door without worst-case-scenario-ing it to death. And it was actually great–dare I say?–even easy.
This sweet baby makes everything pretty easy. I have honestly NO idea where he got his easy going temperament, because Lord knows it wasn’t from Lee or me.
Mary Bullock did her usual pilfering of pool toys from babies whose mothers are more prepared than I. 🙂 She does ask nicely [most of the time] and say thank you very sweetly, but one of these days I’m going to have to bite the bullet and get the girl her own pool toys! I’ve been remiss so far, but it’s only the second week of June, right? That doesn’t make me totally awful yet.
This was our view of the smoke this morning. Just to give you an idea, we can usually see Downtown clearly from here. The view was sad, but the smell was worse. Pray for rain!
This is one of my favorite new shots of Bobo [can you guess who came up with his new name?]. It probably looks the same to you as the other 1,000 pictures I’ve taken of him, but this one represents all the practicing I’ve been doing with my camera. I’m still figuring out how everything works, so I’m always psyched when I learn something new like how to adjust the aperture and the…other…thingy…whose name is escaping me right now. I took these indoors with no flash.
Lastly, if you’re still reading, I read this book this week.
I posted a warning on facebook, and I’ll post it again here: be wary. I had a two-day stress headache from sobbing, and had to throw away one pair of contacts [a second pair are questionable, but I’m down to my last two pair, and I’m cheap and lazy, so I’m going to wear them another week. NO ONE MAKE ME CRY.]
But someone asked me if the book was “more sad than worth reading,” which I thought was one of the more interesting questions I’ve been asked about a book. Answer: Go ahead and read it. But only if you are seriously not A) pregnant or B) immediately postpartum.
It’s definitely a book that I hope will stay with me. I’m not ruining anything you wouldn’t gather from reading the book jacket, but the wife/mother dies the day after her first child is born, before she is even allowed to hold her. It’s devastating. But because I couldn’t dwell on that frightening scenario and actually get out of bed and function everyday, I’m choosing to take something else from it. That’s this: life is too short and too uncertain to spend time being mad. After reading this book and thinking of all of the time I’ve wasted being mad at Lee for stupid things, I feel sick.
And so, my dear, sweet, living, breathing husband: I love you, and I promise not to get mad next time you come home late. As long as you come home.
PS. Happy Anniversary to my mom and dad on Sunday!