G slept nice and late today. A nice solid 11 hours. I didn't go to bed too late, so it felt great. We all came downstairs and got busy by 8a. DM fed him breakfast, learning fast how messy feeding him yogurt is, and I somehow started to continue my intense spring cleaning ritual. I realize now how crazy nesting is. Us mothers go absolutely insane, cleaning like maniacs, making our house spotless, dust and germ free, organized top to bottom, with each and every little thing perfectly in place...only to have them crawl around, drool, chew on everything their mouth can land on (like my freshly cleaned upholstered ottoman), and rub fingerprints on anything that was supposed to be shiny. I laugh at myself now, but how was I supposed to know. I just wonder if I'll be different when the second comes along. One by one I emptied the kitchen cabinets and wiped them top to bottom. About 1⁄4 of the way through and it was time to stop because I'd procrastinated too long and needed to get ready. Graham was refusing to take his morning nap and getting ready once again was miserable. My anxiety levels were escalating fast as I tried to move anywhere at all with him tugging on my bare legs with his ever growing, sharp fingernails. We were supposed to be at Julian's 1st birthday party and we still weren't even dressed. I ended up putting him in his crib so I could move freely. It was a miracle to me that when I went to get him, he was capable of smiling at me after what I'd done to him! I felt awful for putting him in there in his current state, but sometimes, the absolute worst is the best possible scenario. My poor baby. We somehow made it out alive and made it there 1 hour late. His nap in the car was short, but at this rate, I'll take anything! We entered into the loudness of this beautiful celebration with lots of new faces rushing over to Graham. Everyone wanted to hold him, and as much as I wanted to give him up for a while, he was content only in my arms and it was simpler that way. He was warming up to everyone very fast and even let Dimitri hold him for a bit while we started to eat. I don't know if he knew whose arms he was in; the mickey balloons had his full attention. I stuffed Graham so full and he was thrilled. I put a few pieces of egg and other things in front of him and by the time I looked up from taking a bite for myself, all of his were gone...and none was on the floor! I think he ate ½ of my enormous omelet.
and the seasons they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down
we're captive on the carousel of time
we can't return we can only look
behind from where we came
bnd go round and round and round
in the circle game