Auggie got his first set of shots this weekend. He was quite a trooper, better than I was for my flu shot earlier in the week. He cried for a bit and then was his normal, happy self again as soon as I nursed him. He and I are good at nursing. I really love it. That’s the thing I would say if Oprah ever asked me what is "One Thing That I Know is True." Strangely, it is so encouraging to me that I at least know that this one thing is 100% true. Sometimes it seems as if no one knows anything really.
Our nursing makes Auggie so happy he has to throw his hands in the air and laugh really dramatically.
In other news, Noah has really great hair. I came to this realization after I downloaded the photos from a memory card that we lost last year and happily found recently. This being a cool haircut is not something Noah says he knows is true. Believe it or not, he would rather have this beautiful hair shaved off so that he would never have to wash it or comb it again. Although lately, with the new baby and going back to work, I appreciate his plight. He usually has the freedom to create the meaning in his life, but I have to draw the line at his hair. Everyone has their limits after all.
Oh and I ended up eating milk products while baking with the girls on Sunday. And Auggie’s tummy got upset, I was super sick at work and Dan didn’t sleep all night. It’s no joke that we are ultimatly responsible for our destiny.
I blame the whole mishap on the fact that I forgot to bring my apron with me. All that talk about taking it to make me feel better and then I left it at home. I am weak, what can I say.
At least I take responsibility for it all: the apron, the desserts, the haircut, the fantstic nursing. Yup that’s right. I am a regular Postpostmodernist today, a Sammy Beckett if you will.