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Sunday, December 28, 2003: Making Strange Babies
I simply forgot to write an entry yesterday, so I can no longer count myself among the entry-per-day Holidailiers. Being married to someone who gets up in the morning at such a leisurely pace as to be almost glacial teaches you that the best option is simply to get on with your day and let him catch up, or not. By the time Blake climbed out of the shower at 10:40 this morning, I had eaten breakfast, fed Delphine, emptied the dishwasher, loaded it again, and done more than half the hand-washing dishes from Christmas Day. Blake didn't have any plans for today so he tagged along with me; we went up to Eglinton to get groceries and then picked up a breadbox on the way home. At the grocery store I got cottage cheese, yogurt and canned mandarin oranges for Delphine; her food repertoire is getting pretty big, so she's interesting to "cook" for these days. I also got buttermilk for a banana bread recipe I found. Buttermilk is a pain in the ass because it's hardly ever called for, but you can only buy it by the litre. Tomorrow I'm going to make buttermilk pancakes, and then freeze the rest in one-cup increments. We threw together some mac n' cheese, peas and tuna for lunch, and then hung around some. Later in the afternoon we took Del to the park, to celebrate the absurdly warm weather (it was up around eight today). We put her in the baby swings, and slid her down the baby slide, and bounced her on the baby teeter-totter. She treated the whole exercise with dignified tolerance, and occasionally humoured us with a smile, but in general we had way more fun than she did. Once home again, I left Delphine asleep in Blake's arms and baked banana bread and regular bread, and mashed up peas, radishes and bananas to freeze for Del. It was quite the orgy of kitchen productivity, and it made me feel great. It amazes me how useful I am when I don't have to look after Delphine as well as whatever else I'm doing. I love it when Blake's on vacation. Next up we're baking a frozen pizza and (finally) watching The Two Towers extended edition. I am going to do nothing but watch the movie and play with Delphine; no entry writing, no folding of laundry. It will be like a tiny vacation.
Last night we went to Morgan's birthday party; we took Delphine to show her off, although she was making strange and was only content when in my arms or Blake's -- she's not willing to cuddle with just anyone like she used to be. One of Morgan's friends looked at her appraisingly and said, "I'm trying to figure out who she looks more like... Blake, or Morgan." Sigh. One day I hope to have a child who actually carries my genetic material. I know a woman whose first child was the spitting image of her half-Japanese husband, but whose second child was "hers", blonde-haired and blue-eyed. I'd like one of those, thanks. To that end, I'm going to buy a bottle of pre-natal vitamins tomorrow, and Blake and I are going to have unprotected sex! Well, if we ever have sex at all it will be unprotected. If we can remember how. |