Sleeping. Beauty.

All is calm and quiet here as nap time has taken over the land and knocked both kids and Chris unconscious. The calm is a bit unsettling, actually. Maybe I’ll go run the garbage disposal.

Today I had my first outing all by myself since Ella was born. I got my hair cut and had some color added (“for fall”, according to my stylist, because apparently I should change colors like the trees). The color is a bit darker than I’d anticipated, but, WOOHOO I was all alone for two hours, so who cares! It could have been puce (I think that is a color, otherwise it is a shoe maker. I do not know.) and I probably would have been just as ecstatic. I got to read Glamour magazine and listen to quiet music. I did not hear “The Wheels on the Bus” once.

Of course, I am never happy. Because for all the joy and relaxation the appointment gave me, it also caused me tremendous amounts of angst. Will Chris be able to handle both kids all by himself? What will he do while I am at my appointment? Will Ella need to eat while I am gone? What if she refuses the emergency bottle of breast milk? She’s never had a bottle before. How will she take it? What if, what if, what if….?

After my appointment was over, Chris picked me up. Ella was asleep in the backseat. She slept the entire time. Chris took them for a hike on campus. Jay ambled and pointed to plants and asked what they were. Chris carried sleeping Ella in the sling and meandered this way and that with Jay, and all was well…except for my salon bill.

Now it is time to check on the homemade bread I've got baking. We've been busy little homemakers this week. Chris has been trying his hand at making his own rootbeer. We'll get to taste his first batch tomorrow. I have been making our own bread and cooking meals from scratch. And Jay has been busy making plenty of trouble, because that is what two year olds do best. And he is an overacheiver.