Chip Off The Old Block

This morning, we were all in bed having a cup of coffee. This is somewhat of a ritual. Buckaroo has a teenie little mug that actually belongs to an espresso maker but suits him perfectly. His cup is always void of actual coffee, but no matter. I know thus because this morning, he put the cup to his lips and slurped. And then he sat the cup down and said "aaahhh." EXACTLY like dadda does. I'm not kidding. He's 10 months old yet he's capable of such mimicry. You know what this means. Yup. Gifted. Surely. Next thing you know, calculus.

In other news, today the baby and I went to our pediatrician to get the flu booster shot. This was the first time I'd taken Buckaroo to get a shot without my husband. (Who's the baby here?) Please keep in mind that for a very very long time after Buckaroo was born, I was not doing so well. I didn't really have my center, if you will. Woodworker is a rock. He's Gibraltar. But today just Buckaroo and I went to the doctor's office. And I didn't sweat with panic. And we sat and waited. And the nurse called us. And I provided access to Buckaroo's chubby thigh. And Buckaroo didn't even cry.

And I didn't cry either.

And it was good.

Amen.

There were other great and amazing achievements in the parental realm today, but I don't want to overtalk it. Or jinx it. Plus, it's late and I must get to bed and continue chipping away (pun intented) at this dang tome about Michelangelo.

Alas, in closing, I think it is safe to say that my "center" feels more familiar to me these days. Achh, it is a tenuous thing. Baby steps. Seems to be greatly related to adequate sleep. Which I must go minister.

No, wait. First I must mention my sisters. One sister must return to work tomorrow after her maternity leave from the birth of wee perfect Juliana, sister to Natalia. I have a nervous stomach for her. But she will do well. And my mother - the mother of all Gibraltars - (god, horrible metaphor. horrible.) will keep the urchins warm and fed. The other sister is supposed to be producing my new nephew, brother-to-be to Nikolas, at any moment. I'm sure I am one teenie fraction as impatient as she. We wait for the phone to ring.

Night night.
Nellie

p.s. I find there to be some clunky sentences in this post. Please forgive. I'm not one for editing at the moment. Editing is not as much fun as parenthetical remarks.

p.p.s. I recognize a lack of photos or graphics of late. I hope this will change. Photos are good.