oot and aboot

Blake is such a wiggly little monkey that our days out are far more exhausting than our days in. Yesterday the three of us visited the Boy's grandparents for a day of front walk repairin', and much like our afternoon at Loftwyr & Monstre's garden, the baby wrangling was more tiring than the physical labour. I came home yesterday ready to sleep for a million years. Unluckily for me, Blake's waking up earlier & earlier. He used to be able to sleep until 10:30; now I'm lucky if he doesn't kick me awake at 6 a.m. I don't quite know what the answer is anymore. Sharing sleep is not working for me.

Still, I did enjoy the afternoon. The Boy's grandfather is an engineer, but he can't work because of a heart condition. This left him enormously frustrated and we passed the time watching the workers as I wrangled the baby. "My advice to you," he said gloomily, "is never grow old." The Boy's grandmother has memory problems, and she wasn't sure of Blake's gender. I thought that it would be rude to continually correct her, especially when she flipped from boy to girl within the same phrase, so I just let it all roll over me. Scout & Blake & I took a walk downtown for treats and I ended up nursing him on a bench while currents of tourists eddied past. I think I heard more accents yesterday than I have all year. Eventually I got so tired that I lay down on the living room couch with the Sprout & took a nap. Everyone else found this delightful.

I find that days with the Boy's family are very peaceful. Boo-wrestling aside, the calm is almost tangible.

Some photos of the bath:

It's tub time for babies in Canada...

I finally figured out how to turn off my flash. Unfortunately, the florescent lights in the laundry room aren't much of an improvement.

My feet are the cutest in the land!

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 5/23/2004 09:23:00 p.m.