there we were

Here I am. It’s Sunday evening. Ned is reading to Josephine. They read through a huge stack of books each evening before I nurse her one final time and she falls into sleep.  She sits for the stories on Ned’s lap with her head resting on his chest. Usually I am scurrying, trying to get this or that done, but sometimes I sneak into the doorway and watch.  I swear I could see her growing if she would only stand still long enough, and I know these moments of sitting on laps and reading “A House is a House for Me” for the hundredth time won’t always be.

But there are blog posts to write.  And these moments, this evening, also won’t always be.

So.  The holidays.  My friend Wendy asked, when I talked to her upon our arrival back in Seattle, “How was your vacation?”  I paused and she laughed and amended her question to: “How was your visit?”  She knows.  She knows how a trip doesn’t always work out to be the ultimate relaxing getaway.  This time, the vacation was downgraded a bit to a visit by germs.  Stomach bug germs and cold germs that Josephine and I both fell victim to.  Part of our time in Kansas City and most of our time in Minnesota we spent feeling partly to mostly crummy.

And yet, we managed to eek out some wonderful time with family.

Josephine adored her big girl cousins (I think she’ll learn to love Peter; he’s younger than her and wanted to play with all of the toys — his toys — that she wanted to play with).  She was too busy watching the flurry of activity around her on Christmas morning to care much about her own presents (although now every time i crinkle any paper or unwrap anything, she says “present! present!”).

She loved being doted upon by all four of her grandparents.

She played with my sister and brother-in-law’s dog with delight and amazement.  She loved recounting exactly where on her hand and nose Zuki licked her.  When she says the word “down” now, she always continues, no matter the situation, “Down, Zuki! Down, Zuki!.”

Somewhere during our travels, she stopped crawling and now only walks.

This child of mine is a marvel, sick or not sick, sleeping for more than a few hours at a time at night or not, covered in dog slobber or fresh from a bath.  I am grateful for our family who embrace us regardless of our state of health (or theirs).  It was also really nice to get back home.

More photos here.

One Response to “there we were”

  • Christina Says:

    so happy to see the great photos! so sad to hear about all the germs. hope our germs didn’t put too much of a damper on your MN time!