Back in Wendover—we moved into a two-bedroom apartment across the grass from our old apartment. I like it because it’s on top and has lots of windows and light. The move back has actually been really good. Everyone has been happy to see us and, of course, little Quinn. Kids I taught are running up to me in the street to see him. I am babysitting a little girl, Ginny, born two days before Quinn. I thought I’d like having twins, but now I’m not so sure. It's crazy when they are both crying.
Thurm is feeling really positive about the school year. He likes his classes & is excited about his lesson ideas. As much crap as I talked about Wendover last year, I think we are both totally fine with being here this year. It felt like the right thing to do. And regardless where we live, my world is our apartment and Quinn. I think I’ve left the house about 3 times since we’ve been here.
I’m learning to be quiet. My sister-in-law is so quiet and I’m like an elephant in a glass shop. She always closes cupboards quietly, walks quietly, sidles into a room without you ever hearing her. She’s scared me quite a few times. You think I’d be used to it since I married such a stealthy husband, but he comes into a room all the time and, much to his delight, startles me every time. So as I was putting dishes away, very quietly, yesterday, I told myself, “you are Florecita…quiet as a mouse.”
Some ways life has changed
-Sometimes I don’t brush my teeth till noon.
-My work consists of rocking gently, interpreting cries, holding, nursing, kissing. It’s WAY better than making excel spreadsheets and attending meetings!
-I can’t seem to get anything done. I used to make lists and have them checked off by the end of the day. Now if I get at least one productive errand or chore done a day, I’m happy.
-The word poop (or some variation, i.e.- poopie, poops, poop-poop, super pooper, etc.) is now the most used word in our vocabulary.
-I now understand all things mother. Well, probably not ALL things. But I get why moms do and say the things they do. It’s like when you’re single and you just don’t relate to your married friends, but then when you get married, you start to do all those things you thought were annoying.
Today I put Quinn & Ginny together under a little play gym. Quinn wasn’t as interested in the toys as much as he was in Ginny. While she played with her toy, he quietly studied her. He tried a few attempts of attracting her attention. He faked a cough. He tried talking to her, but it sort of died in his throat as though he were too shy. She paid him no attention and kept playing with her toy. Sassy redhead. He finally gave up and cried for his mama, who he knew would pay attention to him.
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