I took this fantastic picture of friend's boy child. I tried not to spoil balloon pleasure, but balloons make me nervous and I kept bringing up possible problems. "Hope it doesn't fly off, we won't be able to catch it." "Hope it doesn't pop in his face. That could freak him out." I'm especially nervous with kiddos right now because husbandman is away in a foreign land. And I'm responsible for keeping everyone alive til next week. My own offspring left balloon boy and the adults behind to enjoy Friday's Fair on their own. We walked to Savvy Mom's house and for 15 minutes, all was good. Then I began perseverating on possible problems, "Hope they don't get lost." "Hope they stick together." Friends pointed out that the social and the house were one block from the other, but I was edgy anyway. Offspring arrived safely soon after and I could relax with both of them in plain sight.
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Next time, I shall be more attuned to your anxiety. :)
Happily, I can usually balance anxiety with attention to the delights of the present moment. Is this not an awesome photograph???
Dear lord! Can't believe I just said that!
jdoc -- babies are swell, but also maddening. i recommend daycare to offset that latter, troublesome trait.
Please set a date for your Blog Birth. Pronto. (I mean now, not "Pronto Pup.")
Further, they sat at the table with us for HOURS engaging in conversation and laughing at our jokes.
Long live, Q and R!!!