Infant 2

At daycare, they have two infant rooms. One for little babies and one for babies who are more mobile maybe even walking. Michael is the oldest one in Infant 1 and his girlfriend Charlotte is the second oldest. Every once in a while when the numbers are low in I2, Michael and Charlotte will go over with "the big kids". I like when he's over there; they are able to do more fun things because the kids are a little bit older. (I also like the teacher better.) This morning when I dropped him off, the teacher from I2 was there and told me that two of her kids moved up to the toddler room and that they would start transitioning him into her room next week. That's great, I said. She explained to me about what would happen and I looked at my boy and said, cause you're a big boy! And he smiled and giggled.

Part of me feels like I should be said about this. That I should want him to be a baby forever. But I don't want him to be a baby forever. I love this age and I will love the ages coming up. While I don't look forward to the temper tantrums and atttitude, I am looking forward to doing things with him.
I am looking forward to enjoying him grow up.

Wednesday

Our power came back on Thursday. Four full days without. You never really realize how reliant you are on modern convieninces until you don't have them. You also never really realize how thankful you are to have them. Heat, hot water, a working refrigerator. Its amazing that there are people in our country who live without them, every day.

Tomorrow, November 10th, is our anniversary. Four years ago, I walked down the aisle of my childhood synagouge, hand in hand with my parents, tears running down my face, and married a man I had only known a year in a half, but who I knew was going to be my husband for the rest of forever. We rode in an old car to the reception and danced and danced and had a wonderful time.

On Saturday night, Michael's going to stay at Bubbie and Poppie's and L and I are going to have our second childless night in nine and a half months. We have reservations at Ruth's Chris, where we got engaged. Maybe we'll go to a movie, maybe we'll just sleep. I do miss the sleep.

The Beaner cried when I left him this morning. I hate when he does that. I waited down the hall a bit so that he couldn't see me, and I tried to hear and comfort him with my thoughts. Stop crying bud, I'll be back after your nap. Go play with your friends, play with the toys. I love you, bud. I snuck back over and peeked through the window. Ms. Diane gave him his binky and he was better. Please don't let him keep the binky once he gets over it, I wanted to say to her but couldn't for fear that he would see me. I don't want him to have the binky if he's just hanging out and playing, I said to her in my thoughts (and have said to her many times out loud). I hope he got over the crying. I hope she took the binky away.

Power

Saturday we watch the snow fall and fall and fall, and counted our blessings that we still had power. We grocery shopped and visited with cousins and played with babies. We rented "Limitless" staring the beautiful Bradley Cooper OnDemand. And then, boom, ten minutes from the movie's ending, the power went out and we haven't seen it again. The husband and I sat at the front window and watched the branches on the trees droop and wondered how the lady next door had her lights on. (Generator, it turns out) Then an hour later, snap, half our tree fell and took down the electrical wires. We grabbed the Beaner out of the crib and brought him in bed with us for fear the tree would fall on our house and certainly all hope of power was lost. When the sun came up in the morning, we looked up and down the street to see so many fallen branches, so much damage. Michael had a sweat shirt and sweat pants on over his pjs but still his nose was so cold. My parents had power, so we packed up the car, doofy dogs and all and headed for the shore. And we've been camped out here ever since.