This weekend I told Marlowe’s father he would be able to come by all day Sunday and he should plan an activity to do with her. He had a few ideas in mind, but with the weather how it was we decided on the Norton making Sunday Marlowe’s first art museum experience. She was very alert and awake for Nick Cave’s exhibit. His exhibit was amazing and perfect for a very alert and happy baby (or a color loving adult)… it was very bright and full of colorful large sculptures. She fell asleep not long after being in the museum, which isn’t surprising considering she was in the baby wrap. I wish I could have taken photos when she was actually awake and alert, but photography was only allowed for their permanent exhibits… all of which she slept through.
One of the employees mentioned we take her to view the Dale Chihuly ceiling… which was a great idea, except Marlowe had fallen asleep by the time we got there.
One of the employees mentioned we take her to view the Dale Chihuly ceiling… which was a great idea, except Marlowe had fallen asleep by the time we got there.
And here is a short video on Nick Cave since I couldn’t take any photos of his art:
We went shopping to find cute little pjs for her and went to a diner to feed the adults before heading to the museum. I had him come by Saturday morning before I spent my final day with my mom. And Saturday night he kindly brought hot coffee to help with the chilly weather and I had him help with Marlowe’s bath time…. even though no help is ever needed because she lovessss bath time and is probably the easiest most bath-able baby ever. But like I said, those not-so-bad moments only last so long until he gives me a reminder of why I hate the cold so much— People may believe they know what cold is and believe it is not that bad, but no one can ever be certain until they experience it for themselves.
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I just want to encourage you because I've honestly gone through similar issues with my daughter's father. He has come a long way from last year when he walked away from us when I was a few months pregnant. Fortunately for the baby, he has come around and was there the night she was born. He has begun to step up, but I realized he didn't understand the tremendous sacrifices I was making while his life went on very similarly to how it did before he had her in his life.
I finally put my foot down, and you will see that you have to as well. I tore myself apart, ripped myself inside out to make sure he was a good father, that he was there for her, and that he loved her. Then I woke up: it's not my responsibility. I will NEVER hold him back from seeing her and being a part of her life… but I won't force it or spoon feed anymore. He wants to see her: he makes plans to come up… or he has to ASK me specifically to drive down so he can visit.
Drea, you deserve so much better. She will add more blessings to you each day as she gets older and grows and changes. Always remember as much as it sucks sometimes, you ALWAYS have the better end of the deal. That's what helps me. Keep your head up… it's lovely anyway 🙂
that art museum looks amazing! we only have one here and still haven't gone because i hear it sucks. sorry you're having to deal with other people's crap. i can't even imagine. you are doing a great job though! marlowe is truly a lucky babe.
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Liz
"The word that allows yes, the word that makes no possible.
The word that puts the free in freedom and takes the obligation out of love.
The word that throws a window open after the final door is closed.
The word upon which all adventure, all exhilaration, all meaning, all honor depends.
The word that fires evolution's motor of mud.
The word that the cocoon whispers to the caterpillar.
The word that molecules recite before bonding.
The word that separates that which is dead from that which is living.
The word no mirror can turn around.
In the beginning was the word and that word was:
CHOICE"
You both had a choice.
YOU chose Marlowe. Remember that.
love you!
Katie