Laowai

I’ve been trying to finish up some Dow Gardens work today. It’s long overdue but I feel like my priorities have changed so much that I let anything other than my baby’s care and the basic care of my house go undone without a second thought. Of course when I say basic I mean very basic – keeping up with the laundry, taking the trash out just often enough so the house doesn’t get smelly and sweeping the kitchen floor when chunks of crumbs start to gather. I hope my housekeeping standards aren’t damaged forever and that this carefree messy atmosphere is temporary. Of course it doesn’t help me get things done any faster when I’m addicted to reading Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. I read blogs on Brian’s computer while I wait for my pokey computer to do its computing. I just can’t stop reading blogs. I think it’s because I find myself laughing out loud when I read things like this: (the butt climbing comment hit home – so sad)

Fortunately, I have my physical body to remind me of what my mind hasn’t yet accepted. For dadgum example, I find I can no longer eat whatever I want without consequence. Fancy that! I can’t wear the fitted, light-colored t-shirts and snug ribbed turtlenecks I used to wear with equally snug jeans without also wearing a vest or jacket to hide the Michelin demon residing around my midsection. And my butt hasn’t fallen—it’s climbed. And it seems to be getting higher on my back with each passing second of my life. Soon I’ll have a crack on the back of my neck and it won’t be at all attractive.

Right now Bea is sleeping in her crib.

The sun is shining into the office so I put her pink afgan (from great grandma Dice) over the end of the crib to block the sun while she naps. She has a lovely pink glow all around her. She seems to make a lot of movements and noises while she naps. I’ll look over and she’ll be grunting and lifting her little legs and butt up off the mattress. Or she’ll let out a little mew and stretch her arms, arch her back and pucker her lips. Or she’ll make funny little sucking sounds and hum as she breathes in and out. The lamb that is sitting by Bea’s head is our new best friend. He’s called the Sleep Sheep and he makes four types of white noise: heartbeat, rain, ocean and whales. I bought him because he’s cute, but I had no idea he would actually do the trick and help Bea sleep. Pretty cool.

Here’s a picture of my office area where I’m typing right now. I’d like to clean the office sometime but as I said it’s just not a priority right now.

Especially when there is more pink laundry to do.