And now I’m in Illinois! Here visiting my sister Kate, Joey’s godmama.
Work has definitely kept me away from the blog, but it’s time to do better—I miss it. Part of the problem for me is that I don’t want to manage a shared path; I want not to work. And of course we can use the money, and the lesson of my foremothers is that if you don’t have anything in your life but childcare, things can get a bit grim once they have things to do besides hang out with you all the time. I could read a lot of novels and take baths in the middle of the day, but I’m told that that’s ultimately unsatisfying. Alas. That work call turned out in fact to be career advancement, so here I am advancing. I feel only grim about that. Whine, whine, whine.
I’ve had two Skype conversations with Cricket now—the first one was incredibly awkward, as he was feeling pretty shy and I am at my worst when called upon to perform for important people I slightly know. And then, Ruth tells me, a couple of days later, he wanted to talk to me on the computer. And then almost a week later, he thought that I was going to be on the computer while she emailed me and got upset that I wasn’t. Our subsequent Skypeversation went much better. He showed me toys and put tongs on his head and wanted to know where Joey’s Abba (he calls Nora “Abba”) was. I did a little better as well. It’s only after both conversations that I realized that my normal approach when someone else seems to be feeling awkward and withdrawn—give them some space, don’t bother them with questions—is maybe not the most successful tack to take with a toddler. Joey joined us both times, and interestingly, Cricket seemed to pick up on his mood much quicker than Ruth did: “Joey sad, Mama” or “He happy.” Ruth would start to disagree, then look more closely at Joey, and lo and behold: Cricket was right every time.
We’re still trying to figure out when a visit might work—it’s really too bad that I had to spoil our chance at one in April by throwing up until my eyes crossed. Oh, well. What can you do?