I'm savoring these days like they're the last few drops of water on a parched plain.
Spring comes slowly to Oregon. It's more like winter starts to dress itself for a party--putting on the shocking pinks and purples of dogwood, splashing on daphne perfume--and by the time it's ready, we're all so drunk on its splendor that we feel warm. In the last few weeks I've had the time to watch this transformation, taking Halle on long walks past old houses and blooming magnolias. It's been nice. I'm going to miss having this time with her.
This week's been pretty mellow, which feels good after our whirlwind weekend trip to Maryland to see the great-grandparents. Halle and I have spent the last two days cleaning a little, baking a little, reading a lot (she especially enjoys Peek A Who, but I've been reading adult poetry to her, too), and enjoying the dry weather. Today it's raining and I think we'll clean the bathroom, do laundry and go to Mom and Me. I know, our days are dull. But for Halle every activity, no matter how menial, is a chance to experience new sounds, smells and sights. That's one of the awesome things about babies--they have no context for judgement, so cleaning the toilet can become an exciting activity. Maybe not as fun as wiggling (Halle's favorite), but we make plenty of time for that, too.
I love that you read adult poetry to Halle. I used to read Rolling Stone and Sun magazines aloud to the kid.
ReplyDeleteI remember when L was recovering from her surgery and I was reading a Johnny Depp/Mick Jagger interview from RS aloud to her (complete with really bad English accents and saying "beep" every time they swore) a nurse's aid brought me kids books, as if to say what I was reading her wasn't appropriate. Bah! She was 6 months old. She was focused on my voice, and the sounds... And the love and the laughter.