Reemergence

Determined as I am to keep this blog up to date in order to have a family record of our time here, lately life has kept me from this task. I would like to take this time for Present Rachael to whine to Future Rachael in order to defend myself from far-off judgment.

First, the weather has been really nice. Freaky nice. The frozen swamp that is Munich has defrosted but not yet swamped-over. Sunny days without hordes and hordes of slugs? Sign me up! (Munich is a wonder and a beauty, but, my God, the slugs. So. many. slugs.) So, no complaining here. But it makes it impossible to stay inside. And my computer is inside. So there.

Second, we got sick. First, Edie teethed like only Edie knows how to teethe - 4 teeth in 2 days. Which is not to say that the symptoms of teething lasted 2 days. Hah. No. Then she got a stomach bug. And then, Will and I got colds. Mine seemed a little worse at first, which should have entitled me to a weekend of pampering and being #2 on baby duty. But, Show-Off-Will went ahead and got a stomach flu, vomiting his way to a lazy weekend in bed while Congestion-Headache-Rach tried to assuage the toddler and tire out the dogs. Edie is 100%, though I can see at least two more teeth in the horizon so baby Tylenol is still in the holster. I can leave the box of Kleeex (who am I kidding? it's really a roll of TP) for up to 30 minutes at a time. And Will is currently having a beer with a friend downtown; so whether he's 100% or not, sympathetic-wife-mode has been deactivated.

Third, I've been a-crafting. Lately, I've made some monster book-ends and a felt robot. The felt robot is a prototype. Its really a toy for a little baby, with it's tags and crinkly innards, but this one is flawed beyond mere homemade quaintness, and Edie likes it. She says "bee boo bee boo boo" when she sees it, imitating the "beep bop boop bop" type sounds Will makes as his robot voice. So, of course, it is hers.

Fourth and last, heavens to Betsy it's hard to keep up with a toddler! And this one is not even walking yet. She is everywhere, in everything. And she wants what you got. Try to eat a snack - "Dis?! Dat?!" - translation, "Give it to me now." Try to do the dishes - smash, splosh, spill - translation the contents of your pantry are now on the floor but if you go to them, the child will climb into the dishwasher. Today, I woke up at 7 to exercise before she got up, but, she got up at 7:15. So, fast forward through making three meals, cleaning the kitchen, living room, and dining area all three times, two blissful hours of E napping - half of which I actually took as "me" time, one trip to the park / dog walk, putting away nearly literally everything in the apartment after she went to bed at 7:45 along with some laundry sorting, my butt hit chair to type this post at 9:45. She woke up 15 minutes later. So my butt did too. Alas. It's not a bad life. It's a great one. It is just tiring.

So there you (I) have it.