...the time will be...

Do you remember when we could call on the telephone for the time? "At the tone, the time will be 10:54 and 23 seconds." I used to call it, and sadly, I no longer remember the phone number. There's no way for me to check if it still exists (and maybe it was a Hawaii only thing?).

So tonight, as one of the 1,256 sedentary things I can do after surgery, I browsed my friends list on Facebook to find people overseas. So I can figure out what time it is there.

Hilary is just waking up. Kaoru has kids at school. Erika is getting her kids down for a nap. Kalei wishes she was in Aotearoa with Sweet.

It's cool to think that while I'm in my jammies getting ready for bed my niece is starting her day. Or while Erika is getting her kids down for a nap, Kalei (if she were in New Zealand right this second) would be thinking about an early dinner. Every second of every day, someone is doing something that you have never done or never thought to do.

I suppose I have way too much time on my hands these past few days while recovering from an ankle arthrosocpy/arthrotomy. I'm not known for sitting around and doing nothing for days in a row, and I admit I'm going a little bonkers. I even watched a youtube tutorial on how to crochet, and thought about calling Ted while he was bringing Hannah home from Lori's today to ask him if he could pick me up a crochet needle. It was fleeting of course, as I had already presented the honey do list (which included steak and the fully leaded and highly sweet Coke) and if I added crochet needle to it, he might get a little annoyed by it, after asking me "what is that?"

Note to self: Be grafetul that I don't live somewhere in the world where I don't have the luxury to sit around and do nothing for days in a row.

Next up: Hannah and the garden. It's that time of year when the garden needs to be cleared out and the soil turned. Since I'm out of commission, and Hannah wants sooooooo badly to get The Lion King on DVD, I'm thinking I may be able to strike a deal. 

You Just Ovulated

Bruch with my MOMS friends was really nice. Hashbrown casserole, mini doughnuts, mini muffins, zucchini bread, breakfast cookies, chilled juices, and one cute baby girl. Pretty eyes, chunky cheeks that make her hard to resist, and an affection for me. One of the MOMS tends this nine month old 1-2 times a week, and this is the first time I saw her. I had ideas flitting through my mind about how cute it would be to have a baby around. Well, a baby as sweet as her. She was just so good, entertaining herself, sitting on the picnic blanket just being. Yeah, that's the kind of baby I want.

She started to fuss a little bit, my MOMS friend that tends her was dealing with her son, so I reached down and grabbed her. She was complaining about being in the sun, so with her in my arms, we headed to the shade. She started to settle down, I rubbed her back and told her "it is so much better in the shade, isn't it?" She calmed right down.

When it came time for me to leave, my MOMS friend came over to grab her, but this sweetheart would not go to her. She turned away from her and clutched my neck. Talk about sweetness! Well, not so for my friend, but yeah, the roots of wanting another baby just planted deeper into my mind. I want this.

I decided to indulge her for another minute, I'd just speed on my way to Hannah's school to drive for their field trip. I continued rubbing her back and talking nonsense to her. But when I really had to go, I had to return her to my friend. And I made that baby cry. That was heart-wrenching, big tears running out of her blue eyes and down her pink chubby cheeks.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. I'm sorry." I rubbed her back as my friend held her. My friend thought this to be pretty amusing, I think, because while I rubbed that cute baby's back, she cheered "You just ovulated!"

I thought about having another baby, I mean really thought. This is something I've gone back and forth over in the last couple years. How sweet babies are, how loving they are. But, they grow up. And it's not as sweet. They don't need you as much. In fact, they defy you sometimes.

There will be no more babies for me. I'll just have to love on everyone elses sweet babies and let them deal with the not-so-sweet.