Fruit in my dessert

saturday with the 'rents

I could get used to this communal living thing. B and I both got to sleep in for a bit while Gramme and Auntie Baba played with H. I came down and was handed a plate of pancakes and turkey bacon to eat in the La-Z-Boy while H played with his choo choos. The boys went to the bank while I joined mom at BJ's to "stock up" on goods and ran into a friend from college - someone I was pretty close with then but never spoke to after - and after a brief familiar hug, we chatted for a few minutes at the deli counter. It was a nice memory to remember. The afternoon was filled with the boys working in the garage and the girls organizing mom's recipes and watching bad TV, including my first "Hoarders" on A&E. Yikes. H got passed around in and out of the house playing ball and trains and eating snack after his nap and we took him for a walk around the block in the misty rain. It was a sort-of communal effort at dinner as well (gramme likes to run the kitchen, but she does let us help with little stuff, and with clean up). Post-dinner, we made beds, B did bath with H, and now it's family movie night with a little He's Just Not That Into You and some computer time.

I'm really starting to get that whole, "It takes a village" thing. For a few weeks anyway.

Thanks, M & D.

Don't forget about me

I want to post. Every day I have so much to write and say. I hate that I don't. About the move we are in the middle of, about the things I will miss and the things and people I miss already, and the things I am so excited about, and anxious about, about what's going on with H and the lists I'm making and the plans and dreams that are forming by the minute, but I get here, almost every night, and I stop and read instead - someone else's blog, the news, or worse, tons and tons of status updates - they have become somewhat of a security blanket or perhaps more like an OCD habit - I have to read through them all before I go to bed. Weird.

Lots of love in my heart, lots of thoughts - scared and excited ones and confusing ones - in my head, lots of dreams at night and interrupted sleep (NOT caused by the toddler).

Soon, the real content will return soon.

xoxox.