Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween

Tonight we took Seamus trick or treating for the first time. It was the most fun we've had since moving to Bayonne. Our little town was full of ghouls and goblins, princesses and monkeys...and one green, fluffy dinosaur:

All the shops on Broadway stayed open late to hand out candy, and it was like one giant Halloween party. Seamus loved looking at all the kids in their costumes. He was laughing, smiling and stomping around like a ferocious dinosaur all night.

Once we got home we carved a pumpkin, a little late I know. But there's something exciting about waiting until Halloween day to make a jack-o-lantern.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

The Bayonne Flyer

In the Fogelman Library on Fifth Avenue, where I go to write on my lunch hour, I hear what I think is the sound of thunder everyday around the same time. Today I realized it was a subway train running beneath me. I forget that there is a whole world coursing through tunnels underground. Tonight I will check my subway map to find a line running right below Fifth Avenue, which makes sense. I could easily make this a blog about trains with some Seamus asides thrown in every now and then. I am fascinated. This morning on the Light Rail I decided to stare out the window and listen to music instead of reading. Once we reached what I call the Light Rail Depot (the covered building where the Light Rail trains rest and are cared for), I saw eight train cars wrapped in opaque white plastic. I could see their wheels and make out the shape of their windows. I wondered if these were fresh out-of-the-box cars or if there were repairs taking place, or was this just some sort of protection from the elements for cars that wouldn’t fit in the aluminum enclosure with the other cars? The Light Rail website doesn’t have much information about these things.

I haven’t told you about the Bayonne Flyer yet. This is my favorite train. Everyday at five o’clock it’s waiting at Hoboken Terminal, and everyday the same engineer drives it. Most days I have the flyer and the engineer in the mornings too. The Bayonne Flyer is a fine little train that by-passes most of Jersey City, but makes all the stops in Bayonne. The engineer doesn’t flip the switch for the automated computer voice like every other engineer does, instead he announces all the stops himself and often makes funny little asides. When he dings the doors-are-closing button, he usually does so to the tune of Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits. He’ll always hold the doors for late passengers and honks at the other Light Rail trains when we pass them. He’s the only engineer I noticed blowing the train whistle from time to time. Often times when I’m on his train, I don’t listen to my iPod. I just enjoy the ride. This morning I missed the Flyer and had a normal Hoboken bound train, which by the time we got to Danforth Avenue was standing room only.

Seamus's school is having a Halloween bash tomorrow. All the kids get to wear their costumes. Seamus is all set to be a vicious, fluffy green dinosaur, which he calls a dima. He's been roaring around the house in prepation. His school is having a pizza party too. This means I don't have to pack his lunch before I go to bed tonight. I also hear there will be a goodie bags and a Halloween pinata. Wish I could be there too.

Randomized iPod songs of this morning’s commute: Iron Maiden--Hallowed Be Thy Name; Dolly Parton--9 to 5; Judas Priest--Breaking the Law; Nancy Sinatra--Sugar Town; The Stranglers--Golden Brown.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


Yesterday was not such a nice day. I will not go into details. Let’s just say it’s a struggle to live up here. It’s expensive, it takes forever to travel from place to place, the convenience of automobiles and urban sprawl (as much as I used to complain about those things in the past) is not an option up here, at least for us. I was hoping I’d wake up feeling better about things, but not so. Sometimes you just want to wallow in your own misery, even though you realize how foolish it is to complain about little inconveniences when there are people with real problems. This morning on the train I set my iPod to shuffle and skipped over all the happy songs. I really just wanted to listen to the Smiths and feel sorry for myself. No one can make you feel worse than Morrissey. But it seemed like I was skipping over three-quarters of my playlists just to find Heaven knows I’m Miserable Now or Every Day is Like Sunday. Once I made it to the PATH train, I had no free hands to scroll through menus on my iPod. (On the PATH you have to hold on for dear life.) I simply had no choice but to listen to whatever came up. I decided this would be a good way to begin my day, let the playlist set the tone for the morning and maybe shake me from my mood. Wouldn’t you know it, songs from my guilty pleasure playlist (not even T knows all the embarrassing songs contained here) were the only ones on deck. I rode the PATH and listened to ABBA and Hall and Oates. And all day long I've had Mamma Mia in my head, which makes it kind of hard to be pitiful.

Yesterday, in the midst of my crap-storm of a day, I received a Special Delivery from Kitty Craftitude. Oh, how I miss this woman! She must’ve known I’d been craving Blueberry herbal tea, hot chocolate, cookies and candy. She sent the best goodie box, full of Halloween funness! Seamus got a coloring book and a Peanuts Great Pumpkin book out of it, which he loves. But mostly it was full of fun girly stuff just for me.

Thanks Miss Kitty!

Monday, October 27, 2008


As per Rickey Rosie's request...

Last week a writer friend of mine, looking to start an online writing group, asked me to join Zoetrope. I'd wanted to join Zoetrope long ago, but there are lots of great writers, publishers and editors there, and I was always a bit intimidated. After some nudging by my friend, I created an account and officially joined, and then she persuaded me to participate in Ellen Parker's Flashathon. I don't know what I was thinking taking on a writing marathon during my first full week on a new job, but I was committed to completing it. This flashathon is famous and only happens once or twice a year. Basically, it involves writing and posting to Zoetrope a flash fiction story every 24hours for six days. Flash fiction, according to Zoetrope, should be between 100 and 1000 words and must be a fully realized, complete story in that small amount of space. Flash is my favorite thing to write, and what I mostly publish. So I was excited and up for the challenge. The catch with Zoetrope, order to post a story for review, you must first read and review five other writer's stories, and you must do this for each story you post. The reading and reviewing probably took me longer than actually writing the stories, but at week's end I'd reviewed a ton of stories and received invaluable feedback on my stories from some very tallented writers. I wrote and posted a story each day of the flashathon and read and reviewed and read and reviewed lots of other writer's stories, most of which were gorgeous. In the end, I came up with some not-too-shabby stories, received lots of ideas for revision and got two publications out of it. Even though it meant staying up late and getting less sleep, it was totally worth it and so much fun.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Autumn in Bayonne

Last weekend, Seamus and I walked to the big park and played in the leaves. We chased pigeons and stalked squirrels, hunted for rocks and acorns and heard our echoes in the park tunnel.

Seamus leaves acorns in what we believe to be a good squirrel hideout:

A Rock:

A Leaf Monster:

Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Daily Grind

This morning a plastic shopping bag floated across the city and by my window on the ninth floor. I thought at first it was a white balloon that had gotten away. While I was looking out the window I noticed bugs were also floating around the city. Thousands of them. Above and below me. They looked like dust motes in the sun. I’ve never thought about insects flying so high. It doesn’t seem right. It seems they should always be at the human level, maybe flying as high as a house.

My work is tedious--nothing but digitizing and cataloging. It takes a special someone to be a cataloger. Although, I’ve been told I’ll be shifting books at the Fogelman library tomorrow. The New School Libraries are in the process relocating. It occurred to me this morning that every library at which I’ve worked --all three of them--was in the midst of a relocation process when I came on board. I told my boss, I’ve had plenty of experience shifting books.

To keep myself entertained while staring at a computer screen all day, I eavesdrop on the lecture from the classroom next door. The professor always keeps the door open. This morning she was talking about lingerie and marketing to a specific audience. The class has boards and swatches due next week. For the past few days, there’s been construction on our floor, mostly in the room that shares a wall with our lab. I like to eavesdrop on the construction workers too. Although they usually just talk about different cables and which cables go where. They have thick Jersey accents. I can’t explain to you what it’s like being surrounded by this accent. It’s everywhere. I feel like I’m in a movie whenever I step out of the apartment. I’m starting to appreciate its nuances. People really do say you’s guys here. Occasionally one the construction workers gets a call from his wife, and I hear the whole dinner plan conversation. They always listen to a local classic rock station, which plays the same 300 songs every classic rock station plays. The Guns N’ Roses and Van Halen keep me awake.

Occasionally, I dip into an interesting folder of course reserves. Today I came across Raymond Carver’s essay On Writing, which I own and have read over and over. I think this is one of the finest essays ever written on writing, and I’m glad to see it’s still being taught. In that same folder were other readings from a creative writing course. It was difficult not to stop my work and spend the rest of the day reading. This is the nice thing about working at a university library, being part of the modern classroom discourse in some small way, even if it’s just scanning an article into a database.

We’re slowly getting used to the new schedule in our house. Although, Mr. S is not a morning person and requires time to cuddle and lounge around in his pajamas before heading out the door. We do many more things at night now--showers, laying out the next day's clothes, packing lunches. I wake up at 5:30, get dressed and ready for the day by 6:00, at which point Mr. S usually wakes up. We eat, read a book, I get Seamus dressed, get his things together for school, get my things together for work and we’re out the door by 6:55 and at day care by 7:15 or earlier. I’m usually on the train by 7:30, on the second train by 8:00 and at work by 8:30. My lunch break is now spent on fifth avenue at the Fogelman library. It’s getting too cold to walk around the city looking at buildings. To answer Crystal's email question--heels are a thing of the past. I now wear ballet flats to work. They are oh, so comfy. Around Bayonne I wear my Converse.

There is much more to say, but it's getting late and I've signed up for a writing marathon this week which means I need to get to work. More later.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Saturday, October 18, 2008

To and Fro

Passenger trains are a phenomenon. I wish we had them in Tennessee connecting all the suburbs and little towns to the hub-cities. It’s such a scenic and relaxing way to get around, and I would certainly love looking out my window passing through the farmland and mountains. The window views on my commute to work aren’t too shabby, however. I pass by the Statue of Liberty twice a day and the New York City skyline coming into Newport and Hoboken is breathtaking, but my favorite things to look at are the Light Rail Depot, where all the trains are kept and cleaned when not in use, the gutted and fire-damaged power building in Jersey City (which looks like an old train depot itself), all the little houses that run alongside the tracks and of course, the roads and toll-booths that lead back into Pennsylvania and eventually on down to Tennessee. The trains are quiet. No one speaks unless they’re traveling with a companion and even then they speak at a respectable volume. No one makes eye-contact either. Each passenger is in their own private world, most of them reading a book or newspaper or listening to an iPod and staring out the window. There is a tremendous respect for privacy and personal space, even on the crowded rush hour PATH trains where it’s standing room only and passengers are pressed together (exactly like you’d see in a movie). I try to check out the other people without being obvious about it. Friday on the commute home, I watched an elegantly dressed African American man going through ballet positions step by step as he waited for the train doors to open. That same trip I also saw an elderly woman with plastic eyeglass frames the size of drink coasters. She had red curly hair, dry red lips and fingernails (also red) so long they curled over the tips of her fingers. There are countless mamas and babies going to and fro; this always makes me miss my little guy. I think I enjoy the commute to and from work more than I enjoy work itself and maybe even more than I enjoy the city. This may simply be because my job and the city are both so new to me, and I’m not yet comfortable with either.

I get an hour lunch break, during which time I always take a walk around the neighborhood. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I feel very fortunate to be working in one of the most beautiful parts of NYC. Each day I try to search out new streets and new landmarks. I try to walk to all the places I can see from the view at my desk. My co-workers are quite nice. There are four men, one around my age who is a librarian, one a decade or so older than me who is also a librarian, one who I suspect looks much younger than he actually is and is not a librarian, but is nonetheless the director of the digital reserves library. The other man is a student worker who can’t be older than 21, a very pleasant and poised man with a eloquent way of speaking. There is also a female student worker I’ve yet to meet as she was out this past week. Two of the men have sons. This makes for nice conversation since their sons are 2 and 4, and both men seem to be very involved and caring fathers. I like to hear of the things I have to look forward to with Seamus. We all share one big workroom, although the two librarians and director have their own offices, and they travel back and forth between workspaces. One of the librarians listens to NPR most of the day, and I love to listen in while I’m working. I’ve been told I can listen to my iPod while I work, but I’ve not tried this yet. I want to be sure I’ve got the hang of things before I start adding distractions. For the most part my co-workers are fairly quiet. Sometimes it feels like being on the train. We’re all in the same room, but each person is involved in their own pursuits. I think this is a New York thing and maybe also a cataloging thing. Creating and editing bib info takes some amount of concentration, and it’s easy to mess something up. It’s also usually easy to fix. I don’t know that cataloging is for me. I’ve only worked two days, and while I enjoy the quiet and the mornings to myself, after about five hours of digitizing and cataloging I’m longing for a human interaction. I have a lengthy work history in customer service, and as much as I used to complain about dealing with the public all the time, I kind of miss it. I don’t have a lot of time around adults. I rarely see T, and when he’s home he’s usually exhausted and taking a nap. I miss the daily chit-chat around the Circulation desk and seeing my regular patrons.

After work, I usually have about two hours with Seamus before bedtime. I try to make all of that time quality time. We read a lot. I give bear rides on my back. We go to the Bay or the playground. Last night I let him take a bath with a rock he found outside. He loved this. I’m more patient with him now since I’m not around him all day. This weekend he developed a love for the story Peter Rabbit. I’ve noticed him enjoying much longer stories lately, but this one is really long for a toddler. He gets very excited when Peter jumps in the water bucket and he loves seeing Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail picking blackberries.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Hi Ho, Hi Ho

This is the view from my workspace at the New School. I work on the ninth floor of a building that houses portions of the library, classrooms, computer labs and probably a few other things of which I'm not yet aware. There are three porthole-like windows lining one end of the room, and each of the computers I use either faces the windows or is right next to them. It's hard not to get lost in the buildings while I'm digitizing and cataloging documents (which is about all I've been doing the first couple of days). I think the building directly across from me with the landscaping on the upper floors is a fancy apartment building. I like looking at the city through these windows first thing in the morning when the light is pale yellow or there's a slight mist in the air. I'm allowed to keep early hours, or basically whatever hours I want as long as I get my hours in each day. This morning I came in at 8:30, so I could go home at 4:30 and make it home in time to feed Seamus dinner. I had the place to myself until nearly 11:00 am. It was so wonderful sipping tea and quietly cataloging my stack of documents with my own private view of the city. I think there will be many mornings like this. I want to write more, lots more, about how funny and smart and interesting my co-workers are, about how I'm the only woman in my department(though I've been told there's a female student worker whose been out this week), about the rush hour train rides and the mysterious Bayonne Flyer, but I'm bone tired this evening. My feet hurt, my legs hurt and I feel like I'm still swaying around on the train (like when you've been floating in the ocean all day and you lay down to sleep at night). I promise there will be more tomorrow. For now, please enjoy these photos snapped on my lunch hour walk around Fifth Avenue.

And of course you must see the sunset in Bayonne yesterday:

Seamus enjoyed it too:

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Knitting on Trains

This post really isn't about knitting on trains, although I did just that today for the first time in my life and it was fun, or how I walked all over Manhattan again this morning trying to find a non-existant address. Instead it's about how much I love my new workplace neighborhood. This job at Parsons (I should start calling it the New School since that's what everyone else calls it) may be temporary and not the best paying job in the world, but it's in one of the most beautiful and vibrant parts of NYC. I'm so lucky. I get to walk down Fifth Avenue five days a week and smell all the great restaurant smells and watch all the beauftifully dressed people milling around. If I ever have the money, I can shop at Anthropologie or H & M or one of the hundreds of little boutiques bookstores, stationary shops or toy stores in my neighborhood. I may have gotten lost more than a few times today and gotten off on to slow start this morning, but I made a day of it and took my time. I snapped lots of photos for you Tennessee folks.

Here are a few of the best:

The view from the train approaching Hoboken Termnial:

Hoboken Terminal itself and the view of NYC from Hoboken:

Up and down Fifth Avenue:

The Anthropologie Window (those swirling flowers you see are really sculptures made from books):

My new workplace:

I dressed Seamus in his new Grandie clothes this morning. Everything fits just right, with a little room to grow. He still cried when I dropped him off at school, but at least he didn't scream Mama, Mama, Mama the entire time. Hopefully when I pick him up today, he'll be just as he was yesterday, deeply involved in some activity, too busy to notice me.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Special Delivery

Just so you know, I forgot to make mention that my start date at Parsons is actually Thursday, not tomorrow. I did, however, have to make a trip into the city today to go to HR and turn in my paperwork and also visit with my supervisor to officially meet my new computer and workspace. Of course, I forgot to bring a void check to HR so they could set-up direct deposit, and when I ran all over the village trying to find a WaMu or a Chase that could give me my routing number, I got lost once and had to backtrack all over the place. I finally found a WaMu and, of course, they were closed for Columbus Day (though other banks were open). So now I have to trek all the back to Manhattan tomorrow just to take a little rectangular piece of paper to the 18th floor of 79 Fifth Avenue.

When I got home today, there was a mysterious package on my doorstep. Most mysterious, not because it was from my mother but because the mail didn't run today. My mother sent the package got here awfully quick. I still haven't figured this out. The package was full of clothes for Seamus, pretty much a whole wardrobe of gorgeous fall sweaters, corduroy pants and socks. There were also a ton of new books (which is great because we've read our entire library a hundred times over), some Mad Libs for me and two giant bags of M & Ms. Later my mom called to say that she had a whole case of diapers shipped to us from that should be here tomorrow. I have the coolest mom. Thanks!

Sunday, October 12, 2008

A Horse is a Horse, of Course, of Course

Every few weeks Seamus becomes obsessed with a particular toy of his. Usually it’s something small that he can hide in his hand all day, and he carries it everywhere. He dines with it, baths with it, watches cartoons with it, takes it with us on outings, and at night I have to tuck whatever toy it is into a little mama-made bed on top of his dresser where he can see it from his own bed. When he wakes in the morning the toy is the first thing for which he asks. When we first moved to Bayonne, he was obsessed with the Sesame Street character, Prairie Dawn. Then it became Grover, and then one of my nesting dolls. For awhile the object of his affection was a small plastic pig, and now it’s Mr. Tim. Mr. Tim is a gray horse with silver horseshoes. Seamus has had him forever. We bought him back in Tennessee at Toys R Us, and Seamus never really paid much attention to him until lately. As I write this, Seamus and Mr. Tim are napping together. Mr. Tim is on top of the dresser, covered by a yellow washcloth. Seamus started carrying Mr. Tim around last week, and feeding him bites of his PB & J and giving him sips of his milk. When I asked him what he wanted to name his horse, he said Teeeeeeem. Ever since, I’ve been calling him Mr. Tim and singing the Mr. Ed song to him. Seamus loves this song. When he tries to sing it with me, his mouth moves but no sound comes out.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Illness Update

Just so everyone knows, Its been almost a week since Mr. S caught the bug and I have yet to show any signs of the mystery ailment. I think I dodged this one.


Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Finished Object

Last night I finished knitting a basic earflap hat for Mr. S. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Seamus has outgrown most of his clothes; this includes hats. I’ve been told the New Jersey winters are atrocious, so I wanted to make him something that would cover both his head and ears and would fasten under his chin, so as not to be easily removed by little hands. I made this one out of Paton’s Classic wool, a great all-purpose winter yarn that is sure to keep you warm. However, you could use any yarn as long as you remember to check your gauge. It was so simple a hat, it only took a few hours time to complete.

Now that I have time to myself during the day, and I’m not yet working (and the TV is broken), there’s plenty of time for knitting and writing. I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Today I took the train to Hoboken all by myself. I've always gone with T and/or Seamus in the past. After I dropped Seamus off at school, I came home, made a cup of coffee, walked the dog and set off to the Hoboken Target Shopping Center. It was nice being alone on the train, although I forgot my book and also forgot to synchronize my iPod while it was charging. So I had no playlists and nothing to read. This was probably for the best. It was nice staring out the window, watching Bayonne become Jersey City and Jersey City become Hoboken. I was facing New York City on the way there, so I got a great view of the lower west side. It's crazy that it now takes a ten minute walk to the Light Rail, a thirty minute train ride and then another ten minute walk just to go to Target, whereas in Tennessee I'd hop in the car and be there in less than three minutes. The purpose of my visit was to buy Seamus some new clothes and me a winter coat. (It was in the 40s this morning!) Seamus is already growing out of his 18 month clothes and wearing mostly 2T or 24 months, and for some reason there's not much in his wardrobe that goes beyond 18 months. So, I took my birthday money and made out like a bandit. I bought him three new shirts, a pair of new jeans and some fleece pajamas. And I found a lovely red, wool peacoat for me for only $35. It's beautiful, but it's cropped at the waist, which means I'll probably have to buy something longer in January or so. Target really didn't have much of a coat selection, and I can't afford NYC prices yet. I also bought 60 diapers for $11. In Bayonne, I was paying $17 for the same.

Day care was hard today because Seamus had three days with me and T (mostly me) all to himself. He started crying as soon as I strolled him through the day care doors. His teacher had to pry him from my arms again and walk out of eyesight. It was rough. I keep trying not to think about how hard next week is going to be when I start work.

So when I picked him up, we headed for the park, where we played until dinner time. Seamus is in his dinosaur sweater again, a family favorite.

This would be a great picture if only my camera strap weren't in the way:

Pretending to be a cat:

A first Fall leaf:

People were sailing on the Bay today. I wish they were wearing white v-neck sweaters and captain hats.

Monday, October 6, 2008

The stomach bug fairy paid a visit for my birthday. Mr. S came home sick from day care Friday. He was miserable. Fever, vomiting (only once thank goodness), diarrhea and all around ickiness. He's never really been sick before, just a runny nose here and there, and I knew he would end up catching some bugs at day care, but this soon?! I had to keep him home today because he was still contagious. So my birthday was spent carrying a sick baby all over the house. Like most sick babies, he wanted to be held as much as possible and would cry when I put him down. Usually, he's raring to go and doesn't want to be held unless it's bedtime and he's clinging to my neck. Most of Saturday he laid in my lap watching cartoons. I tried to let his fever go so his immune system could do its job, but once it reached 102.5, I gave him some Tylenol. This morning he seemed all better, but not me. I got the same yucky illness late last night, and spent most of the day trying to entertain a toddler from a horizontal position. I pretty much followed him around with a pillow and blanket and laid down where ever he decided to plant himself. He was a very sweet baby today. I think he liked the novelty of mama laying down. He even fed me crackers. After a hot bath this evening, I feel a lot better. Let's hope T doesn't fall sick, and let's hope that does it for the day care-borne illnesses for awhile.

Friday, October 3, 2008

More Special Deliveries and an Itsy, Bitsy Spider

All week long little packages and cards have been arriving in the mail for my birthday. What a treat, especially given the week we’ve had up here in the lonely, cold North. Mr. S with his day care, my failed attempts at securing permanent employment, T’s long hours away from his family. The surprises in my mailbox each day have pepped me up and made me miss everyone even more than I already do. Today I received beautiful birthday cards from Gina and Richda, and the whole family received a package from T’s mom, otherwise known as Mammaw. She sent us a webcam and a box of Halloween treats. Candy and stickers for Seamus, a cute “what happens at grandma’s stays at grandma’s” shirt and a Spongebob towel, which he loves. There was also a beautiful birthday card inside that made me misty-eyed when I read it. Thanks Mammaw for the gift card too! I had to make a special trip to the post office today to buy a book of stamps for all the thank-you cards I’m going to send. Thanks Gina, Nana, Richda, Mammaw and Grandie!

T enjoyed Madame Alexander yesterday. Although he said the girls in his class probably enjoyed it more. He got the grand tour of the place and even got a good look at their archives. Turns out the dolls I remembered playing with as a child probably were Madame Alexander dolls, and they were most likely Little Women dolls. Go figure. T came back with a gift bag (he always does when he visits toy industry people). This one had a little Sweet Pea doll inside:

This morning was the third day of school for Seamus, and it’s not getting any easier. Now that he’s wise, he starts clinging to me as soon as we walk in the door, and the teacher has to pry his arms from around my neck. He cries the entire time. I say a quick, cheery good-bye, always making sure he sees me smile and knows I’m leaving (I’ve been told it’s very hard on children if you sneak out without them knowing). And the smile is because I want him to think school is a happy, fun place. But really, I’m on the verge of tears the whole time. Once I pick him up in the afternoon, however, he’s just fine. Yesterday he didn’t even notice I’d walked in the room. His teachers say he only cries for a few minutes, just until circle time when they sing songs and say the Pledge of Allegiance. Then he joins right in and has fun for the rest of the day. He eats his lunch, takes his nap, plays with the other children, reads and, they tell me, is a the only kid of all the new kids who does cry on and off all day. His teacher says he’s always the first in line for freeplay time in the big toy room. When I picked him up today, one of the teachers was singing and playing a tambourine and all the children were dancing in a circle. Seamus was holding one of his teachers hands and having a great time until he saw me and ran over to me, crying and saying mama over and over. When we get home he’s fine and normal until Papa comes home from school, and then he clings to me for the rest of the night, following me from room to room, wanting me to hold him a lot more than usual and only wanting me to put him to bed. I guess this is just separation anxiety. I worry about what will happen when I’m working full-time and only able to see him for a couple of hours a day.

After day care, I scrounged around for a warm hat for Seamus and all I could come up with was the hat my parents brought back from Latvia for him many months ago. It’s a bit small, but it was the only thing that came close to fitting him. This only means I’ll need to knit a new hat for him. Shucks. Once I got him to keep the hat on, we went to the park for a bit and enjoyed the fall weather. He's sporting the sweater Grandie knitted for him when he was just a flutter in my belly.

This morning he woke up saying batgirl over and over, and he’s been saying it all day. (T has a Batgirl action figure he lets Seamus play with.) This is the first time he’s ever consistently said a two syllable word. Usually he’ll just say part of a word such as pop for lollipop or pack for package. Just before T came home I was singing Itsy, Bitsy Spider ,and when I finished, he started singing soft and low in his little boy voice, and clear as day he sang the three words Itsy-Bitsy-Spider. He did this twice. I was so happy I was crying when I buzzed T in the door.
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