Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Cold August in NY
According to the weather channel, our normally hot August got a dose of autumn yesterday when the temperatures fell to 55°F . That explains my odd urge to pile on the clothing and don a wool hat. Today is a bit better but still a bit too drafty for me at 65°F. This is reminiscent of my years spent in London. Now where did I store all of our tea and cookies?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Auntie Jessie back from Georgia
Sorry about being MIA for so long. My sister had baby number 2 recently and I was fulfilling my auntie duties down in good 'ole ATL. What are the duties of an auntie, you ask? Well, there are many things that an aunt can do, even when the rest of the family is there to help.
For child number 1, it consisted of doing whatever my sister or brother-in-law asked of me (within reason). As a non-driver, that meant that I couldn't pop out to the store from her suburban home. However, we filled the hours with playtime, walks, feeding, reading, and my first attempts at changing diapers. Needless to say, the diaper part was not my favorite. Kids just don't stay still. Now changing her stuffed rabbit, hop-hop, that was a breeze.
As for the newborn child number 2, lot of it went like this "hold him, give him back, hold him, give him back" or "get me that pillow/bottle/bra/water/meds/blanket." At least I had a little breast-feeding advise to dispense from my countless hours of Internet perusing and message-board eavesdropping on helpful mothers. I hope that I remember the same advice if my time ever comes. Eek! My time?
This was the first time I saw my sister so soon after giving birth and boy did she impress me. Uncomfortable and in some pain, she still had a smile on her face and a lot of patience for the new arrival. He had some scary moments adjusting to life outside of the womb, like when he turned blue because his little heart needed a few more hours in order to close up a hole. Even my sister had to readjust to such a dependent and vulnerable child once again. At least, that was what she told me. Does everyone marvel at the size of tiny newborn? Even my undersized hands were able to safely hold him. I suppose some mothers would be happier if they came out even smaller but biology has its reasons...
For child number 1, it consisted of doing whatever my sister or brother-in-law asked of me (within reason). As a non-driver, that meant that I couldn't pop out to the store from her suburban home. However, we filled the hours with playtime, walks, feeding, reading, and my first attempts at changing diapers. Needless to say, the diaper part was not my favorite. Kids just don't stay still. Now changing her stuffed rabbit, hop-hop, that was a breeze.
As for the newborn child number 2, lot of it went like this "hold him, give him back, hold him, give him back" or "get me that pillow/bottle/bra/water/meds/blanket." At least I had a little breast-feeding advise to dispense from my countless hours of Internet perusing and message-board eavesdropping on helpful mothers. I hope that I remember the same advice if my time ever comes. Eek! My time?
This was the first time I saw my sister so soon after giving birth and boy did she impress me. Uncomfortable and in some pain, she still had a smile on her face and a lot of patience for the new arrival. He had some scary moments adjusting to life outside of the womb, like when he turned blue because his little heart needed a few more hours in order to close up a hole. Even my sister had to readjust to such a dependent and vulnerable child once again. At least, that was what she told me. Does everyone marvel at the size of tiny newborn? Even my undersized hands were able to safely hold him. I suppose some mothers would be happier if they came out even smaller but biology has its reasons...
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