There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children
She knew just what to do.
She fed them all broth and homemade bread
And kissed them and hugged them
And sent them to bed...
Nature Girl's version of the classic.
I'm so used to many children I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do with just ONE child this past week. It was a Sprout week, with my mom, while the older three were visiting their father in Ottawa, and the oldest was revelling in being a TEEN LEFT AT HOME while his mother was in Portugal.
Sprout is 5 and a half months old now and weighs in at a hefty 21 lbs. I carried him and my suitcase in over the snow after the blizzard, in the dark, to mom's house on a little lake in the Gatineau Hills. It was an adventure! I was quite the sloth the rest of the week. I watched a TON of movies, La Haine, An Inconvenient Truth, Why We Fight, Who Killed the Electric Car, the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood...I went shopping for homeopathics and Asian sauces to take home, I may have had to nurse on average 8 times a night, but I got to sleep in with the Sprout in the morning, and I went to a FORMAL charity event - wearing Sorels and with my skirt tucked into my wooly tights waistband. I missed everyone terribly by Saturday. But I really enjoyed being able to have adult conversations without any interruptions and I think I need to schedule more time for those!