Petulant.
When I walked in tonight my roommates and roommate's boyfriend were sitting around the television. I asked "Are we winning?" "Depends who you ask."
And that's all I am going to say about that.
What a weekend. It was not completely pointless. I took a nap with my dad on the couch yesterday. I packed a ton of things back home with me. I brought another ton of things back here. I managed to leave my Star Wars tshirt there. I didn't get to see any of my home friends. But I got to see Kam finally. And that is all that matters.
That and I hooked up my parents' Wii for them. But Kam and the Wii are close.
He's huge. A big beautiful month year old. We dug out old baby pictures of Jeremy and there is no doubting it, even I could see the resemblance. I performed spectacularly at holding him and being the aunt - the only aunt - he has. (if you don't count great aunts, that is. Which for the sake of being awesome and singular, I'm not going to right now.)
(Sorry if this doesn't flow nicely. Andrew is texting me about last night's exploits while I was at home with my parents.)
Holding him didn't wake any strong maternal instinct in me, but I believe that I can handle this whole thing better now. When Shelb was born I was just a kid myself, unsure how to tie my own shoelaces. Then when Ky came around I wasn't even driving yet, let alone being any less self-centered than I was with her sister. Bubba came out of nowhere and I still am not sure how to handle that. But... this kid... I see why people get emotional about babies. There's so much promise there.
I don't know, maybe I'm still hormonal. I tend to get over emotional about stupid things. I remember one time tearing up about a glass I was washing.
Anyway. I really aught to go to Carver and take the Trig exam. I just don't know when I'll get to it before Tuesday night. I can pretend... but I should be realistic. I need to at least to get one grade in there.
But my wait ends in less than twenty-four hours...
And that's all I am going to say about that.
What a weekend. It was not completely pointless. I took a nap with my dad on the couch yesterday. I packed a ton of things back home with me. I brought another ton of things back here. I managed to leave my Star Wars tshirt there. I didn't get to see any of my home friends. But I got to see Kam finally. And that is all that matters.
That and I hooked up my parents' Wii for them. But Kam and the Wii are close.
He's huge. A big beautiful month year old. We dug out old baby pictures of Jeremy and there is no doubting it, even I could see the resemblance. I performed spectacularly at holding him and being the aunt - the only aunt - he has. (if you don't count great aunts, that is. Which for the sake of being awesome and singular, I'm not going to right now.)
(Sorry if this doesn't flow nicely. Andrew is texting me about last night's exploits while I was at home with my parents.)
Holding him didn't wake any strong maternal instinct in me, but I believe that I can handle this whole thing better now. When Shelb was born I was just a kid myself, unsure how to tie my own shoelaces. Then when Ky came around I wasn't even driving yet, let alone being any less self-centered than I was with her sister. Bubba came out of nowhere and I still am not sure how to handle that. But... this kid... I see why people get emotional about babies. There's so much promise there.
I don't know, maybe I'm still hormonal. I tend to get over emotional about stupid things. I remember one time tearing up about a glass I was washing.
Anyway. I really aught to go to Carver and take the Trig exam. I just don't know when I'll get to it before Tuesday night. I can pretend... but I should be realistic. I need to at least to get one grade in there.
But my wait ends in less than twenty-four hours...