As many of you know, the girls are away in Beijing. And while Jack and I have been having a wonderful time together in the evenings, I miss the company of SAM and Margaret immensely.
I now have some extra time in the evenings that would otherwise be spent catching up with SAM or feeding Margaret. And while it's nice to have a quiet house, even with Jack sleeping in the living room, it's too quiet here.
There's no soft grumbling from Margaret's bedroom and no rustle of sheets next to me as Sarah turns over and mumbles a few incoherent words from a half dream before going back to her steady, somnolent breathing.
Absent the punctuation of this life's background noise which I have gotten used to, the sound of traffic filtering through the windows is as alien as if I was sleeping in a hotel room in a city far from home.
The house even seems visually emptier.
Now, Sarah has extended her trip by another day, so Jack and I are on our own until Thursday night.
Such is the effectiveness of the Chinese doctor that she's gone to see in Beijing that even she was convinced that it was worthwhile to stay for more sessions.
And while it wasn't that she was necessarily feeling bad before, she reports that she can feel that the treatment (that involves massage and Chinese herbs) has had immediate effect even after just one session.
So I will leave you with a few recent pictures that didn't make the first round cuts for being in a blog entry, but which I still think are worthy of attention.
Hopefully it will tide all of us over until they get back.
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I am, of course, the beneficiary of this most sad state of affairs as John's limitless attention and energy are now directed at me. I have a thought? It gets googled. I have a research question, he instantly researches it. As they say, I sneeze, John gets a cold. He is, on a par with my Uncle Hank as the most over the top attentitive host immaginable.
Hurry home, SAM and margaret - we of course miss you desperately!-, but thanks for giving me an extra day with John.
It's 6:45 am here. John is still asleep. He will shortly read this while he is brushing his teeth for goodness sakes.
Margaret is clearly on the move these days- at least I assume she wasn't put down sideways in her crib with her feet dangling out through the slats. :-) Must be fun to go in and find her, however she is, after a sleep. What a cutie! Thank you, John, for the mid-week fix!
To be compared to Uncle Hank, I have learned, is high praise indeed. Perhaps I was an Ingraham in a former life?
I just hope I'm not too overbearing a host. Jack, are you going to be okay for lunch today?
Funny thing about Margaret. Putting her down is like playing spin the wheel - you never know what direction she'll be in when you come back in later. It's sort of a game, now, where you guess what direction she's pointed before you open her door. Fun stuff.
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