M’s walking is a real and daily thing now. Chasing the poor and very patient dog back and forth and round and round. Food in hand– circling each room in the house in an attempt to be closer to the fleabag. jerry runs away and comes quickly back around for every miss-bite of food. They are a good team and great at keeping each other busy.
I mentioned M’s father would be in town, well he is, and he was. His flight leaves back to New York tonight. Normally his visits are three days at a time— this time one week. Next time? There is no visit next time…. well, because, he moves back. Its permanent. This is what he says anyway—- but for me, nothing is real until it happens. If this past visit was any indication of how things will be with his return— then everything should be fine. This visit brought A LOT of sleep for Marlowe. Her nap time has been increasing this past month anyway– but with him here she took up to three naps a day. I’m not sure how he does it, but he is good at calming her down to sleep. And just about every time I left my home and returned, she was fast asleep with him. I’m crossing my fingers that this continues. Alex and I had many parent talks— future choices, options, and possible decisions. Schools in the area, doctor visits, and (most importantly): food talks (remember…. he’s not vegan).
This week feels like one really large blur. Not seven or eight days— but one tremendously long day. I’m tired and hormonal (thats mom-life, isnt it?). &I just want life to return to normal, but instead, Marlowe and I will be leaving in two days and it feels like our “normal” will not be here any longer when we return. For the rest of the week I have packing and trip planning, shipments, and cleaning, and of course lots of clapping, dancing, walking baby time. I look forward to this trip ahead, visiting family and friends, and the many adventures that await miss Marlowe and I.