I’m headed to Dallas-Ft. Worth this coming Wednesday to meet up with some friends that I’ve been communicating with online at a scrapbooking message board since 1999. I’ve met some of them before, and some I haven’t. But I can guarantee that we’re going to have a wonderful time with much laughter — I’m looking forward to it!
Alice is going with me since she’s nursing. Helen is staying here with Daddy and grandparents. The longest I’ve been away from Helen is about 45 hours. This trip will more than double that record.
By day four, I’ll probably be curled up in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, and sucking my thumb, speaking in toddler gibberish.
I just looked over and saw Alice on the floor, gnawing on a discarded Pop Tart that Helen had elected not to eat this morning.
Jerry’s narration: “I wish I had teeth!”
Since she hasn’t quite figured out the concept of mashing up food before swallowing it, I took away the Pop Tart before she managed to break any off of it. She’s so used to having me wrench things out of her fat little ham fists she didn’t even complain.
Helen is a very light sleeper if it is daylight. She sleeps like a rock in the dark.
One of the things that prevents me from putting Alice’s crib into Helen’s room is that Alice currently wakes up VERY early for breakfast… like between 5 and 6 in the morning. And I don’t want her to be waking Helen up at that hour, because that means that I will have to get up, too. Ugh.
Of course, if Alice squawks after sunrise, Helen is instantly awake. Which is what happened this morning. Alice started her morning Happy Noises, and Helen was in our bedroom taking off her diaper almost immediately.
I am soooooo sleepy. Hopefully since it’s Saturday I can catch a nap sometime today. That would be lovely.