From deep depths I called to you to come to me with your return the light in my eyes will come back it’s not finished, I am not leaving the touch of your hands that it may come and light up/wake upon hearing the sound of your laugh.
From deep depths I called to you to come to me the moonlight I will again light your way to me they’re spread out and melted again the touch of your hands I whisper, ask in your ears: Who is it that calls to you tonight – listen who sings loudly to you – to your window who put his soul so you’d be happy who will put his hand and build you your home who will give his life, put it underneath you who will be like dust living at your feet who will love you of all your lovers who will save you from all evil spirits from the deep depths.
From deep depths I called to you to come to me the moonlight I will again light your way to me they’re spread out and melted against the touch of your hands I whisper, ask in your ears: Who is it that calls to you at tonight …
Where the heck have I been? Too blissed out from Mr. MG being home to post? Hmm, yes and no. It is a lot harder to get a post jotted down during the honeymoon period after the reunion. But that’s not my excuse at this time.
It’s been hell week around here. A week ago, Mr. MG came down with two nasty viruses at once and was passed out for 36 hours straight trying to fight it out. Then, just as he was pulling out of it, I got the stomach bug portion of his malady. By Sunday night, I was getting better, but that was the exact moment that Moo took on Mr. MG’s head cold. For four nights now she has not slept for more than an hour an a half at any given time. Which means I haven’t either.
What a fantastic time to finally start our school year!
The Princess was pretty excited to start up with the routine again – in theory. But when the rubber met the road it was a radically different story. It is like a Greek tragedy around here with all the grumbling and moaning and lolloping around. And – just to be supportive – the Bear is whining whenever he can, in that special pitch that only four year olds can achieve.
Drama + no sleep + I am out of cookies = the empty spot on my mantle for my future “Mother of the Year” award getting that much dustier.
She had some gently used cat toys to pass on to us. But hidden in the bag was something much more sinister and disturbing. The Bear has claimed it as his own.
The weather here is amazing. Yesterday it got pretty hot, with the temps climbing up to maybe the low 80’s. It was perfect for meeting L and her boy child at the park.
This place has a brand new climbing structure that beats any I’ve ever seen. It’s gigantic, it’s complex, and it’s a little unnerving how your child can get going in all the tunnels and bridges and disappear from sight. But I didn’t stress too much since the state schools have started up again and we almost had the whole place to ourselves.
That is, except for Eddie.
I had never seen him before. I have no idea where his mama was. But this little guy loved the Bear. He didn’t care if it was the tire swing, the monkey bars, or the bouncy rope bridge – if the Bear went there, Eddie followed.
At first it was cute. Then it was a little strange. Finally my boy had had enough. He wanted to play around and climb without the shadow in the green t-shirt invading his personal space. He turned to Eddie and cried out in his most exasperated four-year-old voice, “If God loves you, why do you have all this craziness?!”
How perfect. It’s a phase for any number of frustrating occasions. I wonder how that would fly when I’m being tailgated?
Nine months! Holy guacamole, kiddo. I know it’s a cliche to say that it’s going too fast, but…it’s going too fast! Now you have been out in the world for as long as you were in the womb. That is a little hard to accept.
This month you finally took to food. I love that you prefer vegetables and squinch your eyes whenever you get fruit, as if it is too sour and nasty for words. You have also taken to Cheerios in a big way. You charm my fuzzy socks off with your tiny pincher grasp! And you take bites of each one, enjoying your sharp little teeth with each crunch.
It has been a month of firsts. Thank you for giving me your first word. I feel so blessed, even if you only say, “Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!” when you are scared, hungry, or mad. You sat up for the first time just today. And, after practicing for weeks now, you saved your first crawling until your Daddy got home. You needed him to come home so he could help you figure it out. (And just like your big sister, it was yearning for that book just out of reach which finally made you succeed.)
You are going to really dig that Daddy guy, you know. I understand what you’re saying – you’re withholding your judgement until you are on more familiar terms. Sure, it drives you nuts that I keep leaving you with him and walking away. But you have no idea what that big man would do for you, for just one more smile each day.
Trust me. You two are going to get on in a great way.
We were a little early, so we ended up sitting around a little.
The kids got restless and ran around a lot. They were very excited.
Ate some Cheerios and raisins. (The new GORP.) Twiddled our fingers.
Then we found out it was going to be a little later than we thought. More waiting. Dang, it’s hard to wait.
I resorted to taking pictures of my mom-in-law taking pictures.
Someone informed us it was four miles out. And then there it was!
What a hunka hunka!
After six long months deployed in southeast Asia, Mr. MG is home at last. (Didn’t we do this last summer? Why, yes. Yes we did…)
When the Bigs got to him, he had all he could handle just walking. This was a long, hard deployment. What a miracle to have him home at last.
It was hard for all of us, but it was the worst for the Bear. He was awash in a sea of estrogen around here. Now he gets his Daddy back, and he isn’t so alone anymore.
“Hi, Buddy.”
And Moo? Well, she wasn’t so sure. She was used to her Flat Daddy. Last time she had the real deal she was still a dinky little thing. But they’ll work it out.
