Flooding in our "bone dry" basement.
Just in time for mother-in-law's arrival.
Flipping freezing out, wicked whipping wind.
Papa John is overtired.
Mama Kendra can't find a clean nursing bra.
Baby Girl has a mean cough.
Haven't rinsed any of the cloth diapers since last night so bathroom smells like the barn at the state fair...
Still.
My heart is content. God has provided for my every need. And given me a fine purpose here today.
Today marks two weeks that the little munchy-cheeked dumpling was handed to me, all swaddled in pastels, and I still have both my eyes scanning the periphery. I'm waiting for that Stork that dropped her off to come and re-claim her. I just cannot fathom why I've been entrusted to tend to something so beautiful. I've spent my twenties folding cashmere and filling out spreadsheets and deleting the wrong things from the DVR and bungling Mapquest directions. To what do I owe this opportunity? Nine months of gestation and I still can't believe I get to be someone's mother.
Particularly hers.
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Anyone watching "The Mormons" on PBS? Pretty well-made series - a lot of candor from the members of the LDS church, with which I am completely fascinated. Ol' Brigham Young had, like, fifty wives, yo! Don't you wonder if it was all "Sex and the Desert" with that harem? You had your shoe-hoarders and prissy homemakers and academics and nymphomaniacs, but instead of talking about their respective romantic pursuits, they all dished about the same dude? Well, evidently, they didn't all live with him, but he financially supported them. Talk about bringing home the bacon. Do Mormons eat bacon?
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I think my posts henceforth will probably all fall under the categories of Babies and TV and part of me feels ashamed about this and part of me feels like I have a very special corner of culture to relish over here. We'll see what other kinds of exploits I can stir up, besides YouTubing "Ready, Set, Don't Go" and getting teary-eyed for the eleventy-fourth time.
Baby Girl has been smothered with all manner of affection by Nana Red this week. My mother has assumed the position of Granny Lap and each day, she serves as a soft incubator for Madigan while I am busy getting in my shower before 2p.m. HOT LITTLE LIFE UP IN HEEEYAH!
It occurs to me that parents spend most of their day hoping for those precious few moments when their children are asleep and they are still awake to scramble around to clean and shower and blog and stuff. Whereas the true mark of a grandparent is when they say, "And the best part of my day was getting to hold the baby while she was awake!" Nana Red is in love with Madigan and Madi and her parents are glad for the extra hands and lap.
Nana Red with her "Little Lettuce Leaf Roll"
Daddy/Madi tummy time (note how Daddy has to tag his hands with notes or else he'll forget what with all of the sleep he's not getting)
Nana finally gets some facetime...
...and the little trollop has a special face for her.
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Finally, a proud product of Nana's bathtime:
