To The Country

A little while ago, Greg and I made our first trek to Weatherford with Maryn to visit Gamma and Granddad. It was lovely. Their backyard does not have the fishbowl effect like our's- meaning that all of your neighbors can observe, watch, judge everything you do in your backyard like you are their own personal goldfish family, so we were able to enjoy lounging outside. We hadn't been to Weatherford since Christmas 2009, so we were anxious to get back, and especially introduce Maryn to the country. Gamma had everything we needed, including a wonderful room for Maryn with all of her necessities, which made it so much easier for Greg and me.

Greg's aunts and some of The Edmiston's friends threw Maryn a lovely party so she could meet friends and family. It was wonderful to see everyone there. Maryn is lucky to have so many people love her! Greg has an amazing family, just like me. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends...we have all of the above on both sides and they are all so wonderful.

I am quite attached to this little girl. I try to consciously commit everything to memory so I can tell her all about herself as a baby. How when we rock her to sleep at night it takes forever for her to actually close her eyes all of the way and if you can still see a hint of blue eyes under those heavy eyelids that just refuse to close, you can't put her in the crib or they will spring open and a big toothless smile will appear as if to say: "Tricked ya!"

How when she is in her swing and "fussing" as soon as I walk over to her she pulls out that same smile as if to say: "Ha! I knew I could get you over here!"

How she drops her moose when she's sitting in her bumbo and then looks at me with questions in her eyes that say:"Where did it go?" and "Aren't you going to get that for me?"

How her baby stretches are the most adorable thing you will ever see. The first thing she does when she wakes up in the morning is arch that back and stretch these arms way above her head, making herself look older than she is.

Or how right now she is tucked sleeping/snoring under my left arm right now, which makes me have to hen-peck the keys (I would never, ever let my students type this way) and every once in a while she moves her hand and sends a few extemporaneous z's flying onto the screen.

These are the memories I want to keep in the files in my mind to pull out later when there are slamming doors and rolling eyes. How big is a memory? Does it get so full you have to kick some stuff out? I definitely have some high school stuff I would gladly get rid of and replace with Maryn memories...

P.S. No more trips for awhile, thank goodness!

P.P.S. I didn't plan on this blog being so baby-centric, but I suppose it mirrors our lives!