I'm in Saint Louis, tricks.
The first task on my Home State to-do was to bond with the best friend’s new bambina Mason Grace. Today Blaine left Mason in my (terrified) care, and I am proud to say that after six hours, two naps, three four feedings, one atomic case of diarrhea (hers), and three repeats of the Madagascar soundtrack, both tot and Cary are still alive and well.
Note: My eyes are not closed but focused on le petit bebe.
The last time I hung out with a kid was way back in February when I let a fantastic eight-year-old stir the blueberries into the pie filling and school me on the ice rink. Today, then, was a very big day.
Although this wee bairn is amazing and perfect, she still does not make my ovaries ache with longing. (Cue sighs of relief.) We had a ball dancing in the living room, snacking on formula, snapping pictures of ourselves, but good God, I need a shower.
