The day after I returned from the farm and my mother and sisters (over HERE), we got a special delivery:
My sweetest little 4-month-old nephew Thomas came to stay with us for a few days while his parents were in New York for some work things.
Sure, we see him quite often. But it's always with a mass of other cousins and activity whirling around. This time we got him all to ourselves, and we were pretty excited about that.
Lucy's friends doted on him:
Yeah, she felt pretty dang special that night!
Claire was glowing that she got to feed him and help so much.
Dave and I took him on a little date with us...
And Bo? Well, she was a little jealous.
One night in particular is vivid in my memory as I tip-toed in Claire's freshly destroyed new shoes (compliments of Bo) because they were the only thing I could find to wear to throw away a messy diaper in the outside trash. It was a perfect equilibrium evening with a soft breeze and I felt alive because I was in the midst of what life is made out of.
And I was full-on in it.
I forgot how different life is with a baby! So much more calculated and slow, and for a few days it felt like I got nothing done aside from perfecting my swaddling techniques and trying to make enough faces at little Thomas to make him give me his huge baby grin. I was late to everything, because I'm a late person anyway, but life is extra slow strapping a carseat in and making sure you have bottles and diapers and a burp cloth (he's a super spitter just like I'm used to). But it felt nice to dust off those mother-memory-muscles rocking the carseat with my foot while trying to teach art masterpiece and lugging a baby to the grocery store.
My favorite pics:
The last night Thomas was with us, Dave, Lu and I sat playing cards. Thomas was bouncing on my lap and Bo was wrapping herself around our feet and I decided I was pretty attached to that Bo Jangles of ours.
Maybe I would let Thomas's parents take him after all. Ha!