From Dawn to Dusk... the journal |
Sunday, February 3, 2002 * the stuff of memories... Just returned from my stint of babysitting again. Spent the last 10 days back in San Antonio taking care of B. She is a delight and we had fun sharing our days together. Thank God for my digital camera as when we both got tired of bottles, diaper changes, and TV cartoons (you know, she does watch these - even at her young age!) and I didn't have any cooking left to do (tried some new recipes when she was napping) - anyway, when we needed something to do and the weather outside was wanting, we had photo sessions! I'd dress her up in some of the cute outfits and hats she has (and will probably never wear as she's growing by leaps and bounds) and we'd have "Glamour Shots" for 10 - 15 minutes. I ended up with about 150 -200 photos and got at least 6 really great ones out of the batch. It was a fun way to pass the time. Tomorrow she begins day-care. The whole idea of my going there off and on since her mama returned to work was to keep her out of day-care (and away from colds, flus, etc.) as long as possible. Well, she is now almost 4 months old and happy and healthy... so I guess the time has come. On my way home by plane the flight was very crowded and as I sat by the window looking out, the thought occured to me that I had gotten through this just fine. To explain, all I can say is that since daughter became pregnant in January 2001 and it turned out to be a high risk pregnancy and then the birth which I attended in October (and had never actually been present for a birth before - except my own 3 - but then I was too busy to watch), and then Thanksgiving and Christmas at our house and then taking care of baby off and on - it has been an exciting but very tiring year(the stuff of memories?). But I got through it fine... And as I was thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I would get through everything fine... Even this plane flight which at the moment was getting a little rough. We must have hit a patch of bad weather. As it was, they cancelled the flight I was supposed to have been on and put us all on this earlier flight because of bad weather... But I wasn't in the least worried. I would get through this fine also - maybe not alive, but fine. This sounds strange, but was somehow oddly comforting. Anyhow, I'm back home now and plan to stay home for awhile. Have a lot of emails and journals to catch up on. And of course, I must get back to my daily (or almost daily) journaling. I did miss this. So-oo, for what it's worth, I'm back! Rian |
