Jul. 2nd, 2010 12:30 am
Lemme hear y'all say "Awwww!"
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muckefuckIt's such a shame that you only really hit your stride on a vacation just before you're about to leave. There was only one firm entry on our schedule for today, and that was for 8:45. What did we do for the rest of the time? We hung out. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu and I soaked in the whirlpool tub. We napped. We drank. We chatted. We fooled around. But the most relaxing two hours of my day--the highlight of the entire trip--were spent wide awake in a darkened room with no one to talk to.
It happened like this: I suited up to waste some time poolside, only to find my sister returning with the two youngest. I followed them to the unit and helped her wrest them from their swim togs. Her husband arrived with the older boys and they all began rushing about in order to make a matinee of Toy Story 3. I volunteered to stay with little OGI--who was just going down for his nap--until such time as my father got back from an errand and could mind him. He came out of the bedroom crying, I scooped him up and swung him back onto the bed. And the next thing I knew, his father was waving goodbye to me from the doorway.
He wailed for a good ten minutes as I cuddled him and sang lullabies. Pretty soon, his breathing was regular and he was fast asleep--across my left arm. By habit, I had curled up with him exactly as I do with the cat. And exactly as with the cat, I was incredibly loath to disturb him. Moreso, really, because I'd seen my sister struggle with OGI when he was fussy. (Later I discovered there's a critical window immediately after he drops off in which you can make your escape, but at the time I knew nothing.) So I lay there quietly and tried to relax without actually nodding off.
Eventually, I worked my phone out of breast pocket and turned it upside down so I could text with my right thumbnail. I asked my sister how long he should sleep and she replied, "As long as he wants." So that sealed it. I ignored two knocks on the door and two calls from my stepmom. (My sister hadn't thought to leave them a keycard.) Eventually, the poor woman rang the room, startling her grandson out of his sleep. Still I didn't pick up but let him begin to stir at his own pace. He found my phone and began dialing friends of mine; I let him babble onto their voicemail. Finally, he made a break for the door and I led him on to my father's unit.
After that, drinks on the balcony withmonshu, some fun on the couch, a tasty supper of leftovers, a sunset walk on the beach. Then it was off to Juno Beach to watch a sea turtle lay her eggs, but that's another story, and a more manic one. Running past the surf while lightning flashes out to sea can't hold a candle to feeling a two year-old rest his elbow on your cheek while he sucks his thumb and dreams.
monshu and I soaked in the whirlpool tub. We napped. We drank. We chatted. We fooled around. But the most relaxing two hours of my day--the highlight of the entire trip--were spent wide awake in a darkened room with no one to talk to.It happened like this: I suited up to waste some time poolside, only to find my sister returning with the two youngest. I followed them to the unit and helped her wrest them from their swim togs. Her husband arrived with the older boys and they all began rushing about in order to make a matinee of Toy Story 3. I volunteered to stay with little OGI--who was just going down for his nap--until such time as my father got back from an errand and could mind him. He came out of the bedroom crying, I scooped him up and swung him back onto the bed. And the next thing I knew, his father was waving goodbye to me from the doorway.
He wailed for a good ten minutes as I cuddled him and sang lullabies. Pretty soon, his breathing was regular and he was fast asleep--across my left arm. By habit, I had curled up with him exactly as I do with the cat. And exactly as with the cat, I was incredibly loath to disturb him. Moreso, really, because I'd seen my sister struggle with OGI when he was fussy. (Later I discovered there's a critical window immediately after he drops off in which you can make your escape, but at the time I knew nothing.) So I lay there quietly and tried to relax without actually nodding off.
Eventually, I worked my phone out of breast pocket and turned it upside down so I could text with my right thumbnail. I asked my sister how long he should sleep and she replied, "As long as he wants." So that sealed it. I ignored two knocks on the door and two calls from my stepmom. (My sister hadn't thought to leave them a keycard.) Eventually, the poor woman rang the room, startling her grandson out of his sleep. Still I didn't pick up but let him begin to stir at his own pace. He found my phone and began dialing friends of mine; I let him babble onto their voicemail. Finally, he made a break for the door and I led him on to my father's unit.
After that, drinks on the balcony with
monshu, some fun on the couch, a tasty supper of leftovers, a sunset walk on the beach. Then it was off to Juno Beach to watch a sea turtle lay her eggs, but that's another story, and a more manic one. Running past the surf while lightning flashes out to sea can't hold a candle to feeling a two year-old rest his elbow on your cheek while he sucks his thumb and dreams.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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