LA doesn't suck.
I never imagined that I would ever like LA this much. I used to the hate city. I loathed always being around so many people who never left me alone. And I couldn't stand feeling so out of place and out of home. But this time around that all changed. Everything's different.
I nudge him in the early morning when Aaralyn wakes up. When he works, I have the night shift, but he gets up with her in the morning to have some time with her before he has to leave. When he's fed her and gotten ready he'll put her back down in her crib and come and give me a kiss. I'm very demanding about my good morning kiss. I'll hug him and wish him well and then I usually fall right back to sleep because nights with a newborn aren't conducive to a well rested morning.
On weekends we'll wake up together and I tend to either fly right out of bed or sit and whine about not wanting to get up for awhile. We'll get ready for the day -- when you go into the bathroom all my things are by one sink and his are next to the other, and I'll shave while he's brushing his teeth and then I'll make him kiss the nick I get when I'm too busy being distracted by the faces his reflection's making.
We go out shopping for Christmas gifts with Aaralyn in her stroller, and so many people stop by to ooh and ahh at her. I get so proud it's crazy but that's the joy of having a baby. Mothers and mums-to-be coming up and asking me how old she is and then chorusing on the cute when I say she's just two weeks. I like walking in the neighborhoods, or in the parks, and holding Marc's hand while we go. I avoid and ignore the press as much as I can and if they do write about me I never really care, which is an excellent attitude for walking around hand in hand with my boyfriend and baby. The fact that for the past few days I had insane blonde hair also probably helped.
Aaralyn and I wait for Marc to come home every night and I feel ten sorts of domestic cooking dinner and taking care of her and then hurrying to the door as soon as I hear him pull up so that I can get my kiss and Aaralyn, if she's not asleep, can get hers. She's usually pretty asleep. Right now she eats, and sleeps, and poops, but every so often she'll be wide awake and completely aware and she'll stare at you like you're the only thing in her world, and those are the moments I live for. Marc and I swear we've both seen her smile, and while logic and science says that it's probably only gas and reflex, I get a kick out of pretending that we're the ones who make her that happy.
While Marc's out I've been trying my hand at Christmas presents. I blame him entirely because he didn't tell me what he wanted, which meant I was left to my own devices to try and come up with something that would be decent. I superglued my pinky to my palm on accident in the process, but I can't go into much more detail than that because, well Christmas presents obviously. I still can't wait to get back to Ireland and settle in for the holidays there, but I have to admit LA has completely surprised me. Maybe it's because now it finally feels like home and less like an invasive city, but this time around it's been more than bearable and I'm going to blame it on Marc and Aaralyn. We're stopping to see Clay before we head back to Ireland, which is intimidating. Meeting the boyfriend's friends is almost worse than meeting the boyfriend's parents. I'm sort of falling over myself hoping that I'm not an idiot or anything when I meet him. Fingers crossed.
Supposing I wanted to post a song on here, how do I go about doing that?
I nudge him in the early morning when Aaralyn wakes up. When he works, I have the night shift, but he gets up with her in the morning to have some time with her before he has to leave. When he's fed her and gotten ready he'll put her back down in her crib and come and give me a kiss. I'm very demanding about my good morning kiss. I'll hug him and wish him well and then I usually fall right back to sleep because nights with a newborn aren't conducive to a well rested morning.
On weekends we'll wake up together and I tend to either fly right out of bed or sit and whine about not wanting to get up for awhile. We'll get ready for the day -- when you go into the bathroom all my things are by one sink and his are next to the other, and I'll shave while he's brushing his teeth and then I'll make him kiss the nick I get when I'm too busy being distracted by the faces his reflection's making.
We go out shopping for Christmas gifts with Aaralyn in her stroller, and so many people stop by to ooh and ahh at her. I get so proud it's crazy but that's the joy of having a baby. Mothers and mums-to-be coming up and asking me how old she is and then chorusing on the cute when I say she's just two weeks. I like walking in the neighborhoods, or in the parks, and holding Marc's hand while we go. I avoid and ignore the press as much as I can and if they do write about me I never really care, which is an excellent attitude for walking around hand in hand with my boyfriend and baby. The fact that for the past few days I had insane blonde hair also probably helped.
Aaralyn and I wait for Marc to come home every night and I feel ten sorts of domestic cooking dinner and taking care of her and then hurrying to the door as soon as I hear him pull up so that I can get my kiss and Aaralyn, if she's not asleep, can get hers. She's usually pretty asleep. Right now she eats, and sleeps, and poops, but every so often she'll be wide awake and completely aware and she'll stare at you like you're the only thing in her world, and those are the moments I live for. Marc and I swear we've both seen her smile, and while logic and science says that it's probably only gas and reflex, I get a kick out of pretending that we're the ones who make her that happy.
While Marc's out I've been trying my hand at Christmas presents. I blame him entirely because he didn't tell me what he wanted, which meant I was left to my own devices to try and come up with something that would be decent. I superglued my pinky to my palm on accident in the process, but I can't go into much more detail than that because, well Christmas presents obviously. I still can't wait to get back to Ireland and settle in for the holidays there, but I have to admit LA has completely surprised me. Maybe it's because now it finally feels like home and less like an invasive city, but this time around it's been more than bearable and I'm going to blame it on Marc and Aaralyn. We're stopping to see Clay before we head back to Ireland, which is intimidating. Meeting the boyfriend's friends is almost worse than meeting the boyfriend's parents. I'm sort of falling over myself hoping that I'm not an idiot or anything when I meet him. Fingers crossed.
Supposing I wanted to post a song on here, how do I go about doing that?