Coming Out of Hibernation
Life is so much better in the summer, isn’t it! We’ve been hanging at the park all day and I’ve been neglecting my housework to sit outside and read in the sun during Cakes’ naps. The park is a lot more fun this year now that Cakes is so much more mobile. She’s a little clingy since we came back from vacation though—she’s not letting me sit around the sandbox and chat much, she comes and takes my hand and drags me to whatever apparatus she’s ready to conquer next.
I also know it’s finally summer because I’m tired and hungover. Last night the next-door neighbours kicked off the season with the first backyard party of the year. We sat around the fire and sipped wine and gabbed and before I knew it, it was after midnight. I’m not used to that anymore after a winter of going to bed at nine.
Cakes was under the weather for a couple of days last week with a stomach bug. I felt terrible for her, but I must say, a sick Cakes is very lovely indeed. She didn’t want anyone but me, including her father (and you guys all know how cold she usually is). She clung to me and buried her face in her shoulder and we had a nap on the couch together for the first time since she was six months old. It almost made up for all the vomit I had to clean up. Almost.
This afternoon we’re off to my brother’s new house for a surprise birthday party for our mom. It’s funny, when I met McHotty seven years ago, my family did not know where my brother was for about six months. He never called anyone and didn’t even remember to send a mother’s day card. I was the one who called my mother every other day and visited my grandparents. Now, he’s recently become a father and he’s throwing surprise parties. When my dad had his heart attack he was over there cutting the grass. Now I’m the one who forgets birthdays (I missed almost every one last year, including my wonderful mother-in-law’s). Funny how parenthood changes us differently, isn’t it!
We have to be home by 8:00 for the Amazing Race finale tonight. Go, blondies! Who’s your money on?
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