I stopped writing for a few months. I am sure everyone missed me.
Several occasions I thought of Crysduh stories I needed to blog about. By the time I sit down in the evening after putting a reluctant infant to bed, all I want to do is eat chocolate, have a glass of wine and watch an episode of television. So far baby is growing, thriving and is doing well. Mom and Dad have not had any major screw ups. He has fallen off the bed twice (much to my terror) landing face down on the dog bed (never even woke up) so I dusted him off and put him back to bed. Baby sleeps next to an all-you-can-eat buffet of breast milk and worms his way next to mamma until I wake to feed as he sees fit.
We plan on setting baby up in his crib any day now. Nightfall rolls around and our little peanut winds up right back in our bed. When he is not nursing his favorite place is hubby’s warm wooly armpit. I constantly wake up to find baby face down, open-mouth sleeping in a nest of dads armpit hair. I try moving him, but always wake to find him back in the nook.
We live in Hawaii now. Until early 2016. Nature and beaches are beautiful. Living here vs vactioning here are two different things. I had no idea that people didnt like mainlander / non-local / blonde haired-haole. A mix of humbling and irritating emotions. Thievery is rampant. Lock your house, your car, and stick a beware fo dog sign up. While the haoles and tourists frolic on the beaches, the friendly local youth love to steal your stuff. Not this gal. I wish I still had my vacationer blinders on and never knew the not-so-Aloha side of island living.
Often I want to click my heels and be back in California.
“I know that if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire, I’ll never go any further than my own back yard. For if it isn’t there, I never really lost it”. (Dorothy, Wizard of Oz)