Airy thoughts on a sunny Thursday

I am tired, and looking forward to the weekend. I am also looking forward to getting my bicycle out again sometime in the near future, and the first time I can take Mathew to the beach to play with the sand and jump over waves. That may be a couple of years away yet, but it’s good to have these things to work towards in the future. Let’s be honest here – babies, at first, are just little gurgling poop machines that seem to be on a constant conveyor belt of feeding, changing, puking, crying and wriggling. All your interactions with them are based on keeping them alive and trying not to get overwhelmed or panic. The payback for that comes a bit later, when they start reacting to you and smiling at you and giggling and being wonderful. For now, it’s just about knowing where they are, making sure they are safe and trying to interpret what their noises signify. Having said that – the rare moments of calm and quiet, when he is asleep on my chest or contently snoozing in Philippa’s arms – are indescribably joyous.

RC 14-2-19