Solo

I am writing from the living room...there are three kids asleep in the bedroom and a dog sprawled out at my feet. And a husband across the country. Brett just left today for a dive trip in L.A. He doesn't even have a return airline ticket, since he isn't sure when the project will be finished. This is the first time he has been away from us since Simon arrived on the scene.

After a 24 stomach flu (Jonah and I), we had the first meeting of chorus, Maya's ballet class, a new semi-private Spanish class and a weekend of soccer games. The weather has been mostly hot still, but it looks like it will drop by more than 10 degrees tomorrow. I will be glad for that, holding a sweaty little baby in the heat is not something I relish.

Simon is turning into a funny, squealing, slobbery bundle of yumminess. His eyes sparkle, he laughs and smiles all the time and he is easy as pie (as long as he is with me). He sleeps well at night, he nurses like a champ, he poops prolifically, and as long as we are out and about he loves sleeping in the sling all day. He doesn't like loud, sudden noises, being separated from me for more than a few minutes, or being put down for naps during the day when we are home. Jonah is famous for his loud, sudden noises, and Maya likes "babysitting" Simon on her own (in another room from me), so we have minor sibling issues, but for the most part, Simon adores the big kids and forgives them their transgressions.

We shall see how the kids and I do on our own--Brett had been coming home fairly early and taking them to the park in the evenings. I have given myself permission to get a lot of takeout for dinner.