The past two weekends our family has gone to France for rehearsals for my gig this Saturday. We haven’t seen much of Strasbourg as we arrive and leave right on the edges of the four hour rehearsals. While it hasn’t been easy, it’s worked better than I had thought it would. Daddy and Joseph usually did well without me and I was able to focus on my work. It’s nice to play and it’s nice to have at least one paying gig after three years of such a random study. The group is very nice and a pleasure to play with. After four hours I’m ready to be back to being a full-time mommy. I wouldn’t want to be away for much longer than that.
Otherwise life continues in a somewhat normal fashion. Well, the house hasn’t been cleaned in a few weeks and it’s starting to drive me nuts, and I haven’t been able to fit any runs in, but I suppose there’s a season for everything. ECing has had it’s ups and downs – or should I say catches and misses. It felt like Joseph went on potty strike yesterday as he’d refuse to pee and then go almost as soon as I took him off the potty. Today, however was encouraging because I decided to brave the walk to PEKiP without a diaper – for Joseph, that is. I wasn’t too surprised that both ways he held it in and I didn’t get a drop on me. On the way home he went on the potty as soon as took him out, but when we got to PEKiP he was first of all asleep for a while and then there were too many interesting things to look at to bother peeing in the potty. I’m also a little uncomfortable putting him on the potty while in the group, but I caught one out of three pees and so I count it a success. I’m still not sure what I think of the whole thing. I’ve tried nearly a day without a diaper and it worked rather well but also took more time. I suppose it takes less time as you get used to it, but it’s still nice to just have him in a diaper and not think about it.
Last night the family went indoor rock climbing with church friends. We each got enough climbing in to make us happy and Joseph did a wonderful job being passed around. He is now strong enough to hold on to my thumbs as I pull him from lying onto his back to standing and he takes on more of the work when I lift him up so he’s hanging. In a few years I’m sure he’ll be itching to climb the walls as well! If it weren’t such an expensive hobby, I’d be tempted to do it more than every two years.
I'll leave you with this mini-story. As the ladies of the nursing home where our church meets filed out of their church service I stood with Joseph facing them and they all enjoyed that. Of course I got the usual dose of free opinions and I found it super funny that one lady said "Oh, he has cold hands!" and the very next lady said "Oh, he has such warm hands!" I suppose that should teach me not to take everything everyone tells me too seriously.
