So yesterday I was cut off from my lifeline. I could not get online all day. argh. The most significant event of the day before was that I had enlisted the help of a babysitter in putting Amelia to bed. Dave was working and I could do most things, but not the bedtime story… Well, Amelia is accustomed to a “counting story.” This means that I tell her a story that ends with me counting. It used to be that I would count to 100. Now I have it down to 30 or 40. A story might be about Amelia and I camping in the Adirondacks in the summertime. We decide to lie out on the grass and count the stars. Then I count. Well, her sitter came downstairs after reading her a couple of books. Amelia had requested that I tell her a counting story in sign language. I went up to her room and lay down next to her. She instantly found my belly button and put her finger in it. Then she said, ” Mama, you’re my favorite person in the whole world.” I signed to her that I loved her. Then she said, “William is too little to tell a counting story and Daddy doesn’t like it when I put my finger in his belly button, but you can do both!” I was most honored. Then I tried to tell her a counting story in sign language. I really tried. Finally she said, ” Mama, I don’t understand what you are saying.”
gave up and kissed her goodnight. The sitter returned and Amelia fell asleep to her counting.
I have been a little cranky. I am looking forward to this silence thing being over. I get to talk again on Sunday.
Also I ready for winter to be over. I think I might be more hostile to the snow now that it made me crash. But, really. This is ridiculous. I just heard that Worcerster has had 99″ of snow so far this season. What is with that? I made the mistake of watching The Day After Tomorrow- is that the global warming movie?- during a particularly big storm this winter. Now I am scared that spring will never come to New England.
I miss singing. Even in all my crankiness I am quite hopeful. I truly believe that I will be able to sing in April. I sure hope so.
I will try to revel in the beauty of what I am sure will be our last big storm of the season.