home, milk, and no cookies
December 02, 2006 at 8:31 p.m.
Today was a banner lovely day! We ended up being as spontaneous as we were pre-baby - all you need is a decently stocked diaper bag, and you're good to go, right? We went all over our fair area today and it was juuuust bully. Up to Pedreira, then up further still to Serra Negra, because we felt like it.
Last night we went to the town Christmas tree lighting celebration and the whole town turned out to party. Santa came in on the train, bands played and it felt a little more like home. So adorable! This town is super random and you never know when they're going to party, but they do.
It really hit me as I walked through the happy crowds and felt happy myself... I'm in BRASIL. With a KID. It's so surreal, but it's hitting home a little more every day.
Annie e.mailed me about her impending visit to see us this summer (wooooooot!!!) and she mentioned that in just 6 or 7 months, we'd be playing together in the southern hemisphere together - and WOW, I realized I'll probably still be here then. I keep telling myself I'll be home soon - just get through today and the next day - just get to Christmas and it's a whole WEEK of American-y goodness. Then after that... okay, I tried not to think about that.
But I have to be happy here, accept our place for and not try to live here with one arm in and the rest of me out (hokeypokey style). And I'm starting to get there, methinks.
No, I don't think I'll be all happy-go-lucky with the reality of being here for 5 years, but I seriously doubt I will be anyway.
But happy, regardless of the future? It's hard, but worth trying for methinks.
The only downside of all our galavanting? HOT car, dead asleep baby for hours today. Hope we can manage through the night....
But what in blue blazes is with her screaming her head off with nursing when we got back home? She nursed just fine at the top of a mountain we were at this morning, so what was with howling like a banshee every time she got near my boob??
And then Jared gave her a bottle, and even though she was slightly goofy, she was much calmer.
NOT. FAIR.
I mean, I'm not a fan of nursing, but what did I do wrong? I'm being dutiful, diligent, and she acts like I'm trying to feed her hot coals. She's been doing this on and off for a while. Terribly irritating. And I am making enough milk dagnabit (one boob is doing the work of two for some weird reason).
Sorry for the TMI. But such is the center of my life. I share this to make y'all feel better about yours:)
SUPERCRACK is a lactatin' fool.