fkaBaxter,
Mom set some rules this weekend. She seems to think she'll have as much influence over you your first few weeks as she will the rest of your life. My advice to you, treat your very first day, whether that's tomorrow, Tuesday or Saturday, as if it's Thanksgiving Day.
If you want to sleep, sleep. If you're awake and curious as to who these two people are who keep holding each other and smiling at you, sleep. You'll get to know us well enough. If you're hungry, eat. If you're not hungry, still eat. I'm not sure what colostrum tastes like, but I wouldn't let go because when you want it on day two, Mom might not give it to you. And on day four she may wake you up when you're happily sleeping, swaddled in a carefully chosen swaddle blanket to go over a carefully chosen outfit, all to try and put you on a schedule.
I know that you'll have your own opinion, and that things won't always go as intended. I'm trying to tell your mom that. Just as we meant to hike on over to Positano this weekend, the Italian hill town that we see from our living room (don't get confused, it's Bernal Heights, but when we've got our glasses on and it's a full moon, we call it Positano), things changed. And things might change as early as Day 2 with you. Just don't cry to me then or ten years later when you say that mom won't let you play outside because you haven't finished your homework. Because I might one day take you to the World Cup or take you out of school on a day when there's two feet of new snow, but I won't gang up on your Mom with you. We were teammates long before you came along.
Mom set some rules this weekend. She seems to think she'll have as much influence over you your first few weeks as she will the rest of your life. My advice to you, treat your very first day, whether that's tomorrow, Tuesday or Saturday, as if it's Thanksgiving Day.
If you want to sleep, sleep. If you're awake and curious as to who these two people are who keep holding each other and smiling at you, sleep. You'll get to know us well enough. If you're hungry, eat. If you're not hungry, still eat. I'm not sure what colostrum tastes like, but I wouldn't let go because when you want it on day two, Mom might not give it to you. And on day four she may wake you up when you're happily sleeping, swaddled in a carefully chosen swaddle blanket to go over a carefully chosen outfit, all to try and put you on a schedule.
I know that you'll have your own opinion, and that things won't always go as intended. I'm trying to tell your mom that. Just as we meant to hike on over to Positano this weekend, the Italian hill town that we see from our living room (don't get confused, it's Bernal Heights, but when we've got our glasses on and it's a full moon, we call it Positano), things changed. And things might change as early as Day 2 with you. Just don't cry to me then or ten years later when you say that mom won't let you play outside because you haven't finished your homework. Because I might one day take you to the World Cup or take you out of school on a day when there's two feet of new snow, but I won't gang up on your Mom with you. We were teammates long before you came along.
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| 1st long exposure pic taken with spider leg base given by Big Emma & Margarine |
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