i survived. five hours with baby jake, two and a half alone. we went grocery shopping, out to michael's to buy a book on glass painting - do any of my Gentle Readers know anything about glass painting? - and ate a lot of animal crackers.
he's starting to lose some of his baby chubbyness, and he definitely needs a haircut. he's also starting to put words together as in.."more cook-cook na-na" ..."bye bye moo-moo" (his name for aunt meg)and "poopoo pup-pup." the rash on his face is back so i mixed up some of the new season's plantago with olive oil in the blender and smeared it on his face. it gave him a definite dennis-the-menace air in shaw's, i thought, not to mention that the faint green tinge on his skin added a certain je ne sais quoi. i tucked a small jar of it in his diaper back for his parents.
this morning i was disappointed to realize it was too cold to paint - i tried putting a coat of dark green on the interior of the book case im moving into my bedroom but it was just too cold. i sorted my sock basket instead. it's raining now and all my good intentions to get stuff done before Beloved's home are evaporating into my mug of hot coffee. the Angels want me to write about exercise. i think i'll go play the piano for a bit first.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.