Sticky Side of Heaven


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My e-mail is liltoad2000@aol.com.

 
Hello, hello! The house is starting to take shape. I have half the boxes unpacked, all of the essentials. The rest of the boxes are full of books (about 20 of them!!) and miscellaneous decorative stuff that I will get to eventually. My kitchen is almost done...I need to get the empty boxes out of here and a few things that are going to go in different rooms. The biggest impediment to putting away stuff is having something to put my stuff in. George Carlin does a great skit on storing stuff and I think of it often and smile when I am going through my stuff. It also helps to remember that a lot of this stuff is not important so I am trying to 'weed' out my collection of stuff. We are sleeping in a real bed tonight for the first time on the second floor. Wahoo!

Will is developing in leaps and bounds! First, the amazing thing is that he has not been sick once since we have been here (of course, now that I mention it...) My dear friend Fabiana has placed her daughter in daycare for the first time this year. Her daughter, Cata, has been seemingly non-stop sick since she started and Fabi is exhausted most of the time. I am so glad that I went through that ordeal when I did last year. He is starting to develop a larger vocabulary. It is probably larger than I think because I can't understand much of what he is babbling about. I do know he knows most of what I am saying though, and will nod or cry in response. He tries to dress himself but will still allow me to dress him. He is independent in many ways but not to the point of frustration for me :) It does help that I usually put his outfits on the night before (the soft comfy ones anyway). He loves taking baths and doesn't care if its the tub or the sink. He actually indicated that he was ready for a bath long before I was even thinking about it. He will taste anything I am eating, though he doesn't like much of it, he will often give it two or three tries before rejecting things completely. He is starting to say please and thank you spontaneously and will consistently repeat it after me. Blewe away the other day when he demanded a bottle of hand cleaner off of the counter and played with it for a while. I found it later under the sink where it belonged. He loves to clean with wet wipes and will become furious if he can't have one immediately upon request. Best of all, he is a great hugger and loves to give long tight squeezes. He will stop his playing once in a while to toddle over and hug my leg for a moment and then go back to playing. All the girls at daycare seem to love him, he always blows kisses goodbye and will sometimes run back for a quick hug before leaving. Everyday when I go to pick him up and he sees me for the first time, his face just lights up and his mouth forms a smiling 'O' and he charges towards me for a big bear hug. I love it. Love it, love it, love it! I love waking him up in the morning, grumpy at first but then turning into kisses and tickles and giggles. Then he will start talking as if he was telling me about his dream and I'll tell him that I missed him while he was sleeping. He'll do something silly and I'll tell him he's a nut, but reassure him that everyone loves a nut! When he is naughty, I'll call him a twerp and remind myself that he has not yet developed judgement. Once in a while I will raise my voice to prevent an accident 'hey!' or 'no!' 'Accident" means dumping his juice into his dinner plate or emptying a bag of pretzels on the floor. So far, I have managed to set up the house so that there is not much he could get into trouble with...the stairs are the most dangerous thing right now and when I am more sure of my financial situation I will go and purchase a good gate for the top of the stairs. This is especially crucial now that we are sleeping on the second floor. There is no water to fall into or plugs to put a finger in. I cook on the back burners of the stove. The oven is new and the door doesn't get hot, and when the door is open, he avoids it like the plague, hates it actually (Hot!, Hot!) He can't get out into the street unless I open the door. Nothing to trip over or choke on. He could fall off the counter while he is eating as I don't have a high chair, or table and chairs to eat on, however, I am right there eating my dinner too. What else? I never open the bathroom window on the second floor as it does not have a screen. However, the screens on the bedroom windows should not be trusted, I wonder if there's anything I can install to prevent the possobility of him pushing them out?? There are roofs under each window, which might look tempting to a budding climber. I'm afraid that he might wake up while I am downstairs working and silently climb out of bed and head outside. Not likely, but what if? Several times a day a horror scene will pop into my head of something bad happening and I will have to face life without him and it terrifies me. I have thought like this since before he was born...it will never end, will it? My heart is walking around outside my body and there's nothing I can do about it.

A few quick things that I could expand on later, send me a note to tell me which ones you want.
1. I ran into my friends the other night in the most outrageous coincidence.
2. I'm wondering if the things I am writing here are begining to sound redundant. They are thoughts that I have often and writing really makes it obvious to me that I go round and round on issues without resolving them.
3. Internship is not at all like I have heard it to be. I was imagining it to be incredibly stressful, however I am finding that 'I've tried the shoe on and it fits.' I like what I am doing and for the first time in 7 years I'm thinking that I really did go into the right profession. Remember, I believe the secret of life is a comfortable pair of shoes :)
4. Every week at church the minister (pastor/father/grand poohbah? a wonderful and inspiring man, whatever his title is) tells us that we drink from wells we have not dug, warm ourselves besides fires we have not kindled, and we stand on the shoulders of all who have gone before. It makes me realize that I have never had an original thought in my entire life. Neither have you.
5. Will and I are going to a cabin this weekend and if you are interested in seeing pictures of it, type in this website: www.bluebirdbungalow.com
6. I took a personality test for one of my seminars and found the results quite interesting. I can post some of the statements and see if you agree.


posted by Candice at 6:30 PM