Have you ever noticed how distance is a perceived form of measurement?
For 5 years I lived 2 hours from my parents and saw them probably on average every month-month and a half. I saw my sister more often because she lived 30 minutes from me and she is the keeper of my precious baby niece (more on her later). The point is that I didn't see my family constantly when I lived fairly close to them. Now, I live 6 hours away. I do not talk to my parents or my sister any less, but I feel much more removed from them. My mom is coming to see me tomorrow, and I'm so excited. It feels like I haven't seen her in forever, when in reality it has only been a month. I guess it was just knowing that they were all there just a hop, skip, and a jump away, if I needed them that put that extra comfort in the situation.
Today was my last day of work..........I am officially unemployed and that is a very weird feeling. I was thinking about it today, and I haven't been unemployed for 9 years. CRAZY! Just because I am no longer getting paid doesn't mean that these next few weeks aren't going to be a lot of work. For the next 4 days my mom and I are going to get me ready for grad school and find me an apartment. Wish my luck.......
Now back to Darby (I promised there would be more). The great thing about babies is that they are great conversation pieces. If the conversation ever lags you can ask or tell about your baby and everyone wants to hear about it. However, that is not the case in my family. The conversation never lags enough to throw in some info about Darb. The whole conversation usually is centered around her. I was talking to Meg today (about Darby of course) and it seems that Pop-Pop, my dad, has taught Darby to say please, not actually the word but which context to use it in. Basically he showed her that instead of whining or grunting when she wants something, if she will say please, it will produce better results. According to my sister, this theory is correct. Apparently it does not matter whether it is something Darby wants or even if she knows what it is, her knew phrase is "Mama peas." Now, how can you say no to that?
I know I can't.
Well, I could go on and on about Darby (and probably will in other posts) but the reason Meghan and I were talking about her is her upcoming birthday. Bless my sister's heart. She was trying to plan Darby's party around when Blane and I could be there. Unfortunately, we won't be able to go because the weekend before I have to go to New Orleans and the weekend after is when my first round of finals start. I'm sure Darby will be just torn to pieces that we aren't there. She probably will miss Blane. She is obsessed with him and flirts with him without shame. He, of course, eats it up and thinks she is wonderful. Well Aunt Morgan and Blane will just have to make up missing the party by getting her a great present.
I will give you an update on clothes, apartments, and whatever else my mom and I can get into, when she leaves this weekend.
Next time...bird seed.
4 months ago