A first. I can hear the hallelujah chorus in the background.
We (when I say we, I really mean “I”) babysat Allie Boone last night in exchange for lmy sister babysitting the girls this afternoon.
Not sure who made out better on that deal. While my girls are helpers, particularly Britton, three children is a lot of work. I realize that as much as I think I want another baby, having one would more surely cramp my style. I had forgotten how their needs are the priority over every one else in the home, whether or not you have other children.
When a baby cries, natural instinct is to respond.
When a child whines, natural instinct it to
call for husband to handle it, tell them to wait.
In a little south Georgia town today, many hand bag carrying, pressed suit wearing elderly women put together a vintage fashion show spanning the late 1800s through the 1970s. Their collection of apparel even included vintage Coco Chanel, Vera Wang and Christian LaCroix. Bertha, the narrator, sat at a desk on the stage of the chapel (where the show took place) during hour-long fashion show while a long gray headed, beret-wearing piano player dressed in all black performed musical tunes for the audience. Bertha took great pride in describing each and every garment including lace detail, stiching detail, trimmings, where the garment would have been worn, and of course the material. She then would brief us on the model showcasing the outfit.
“Anna Gayle is wearing a dress that was found in the closet of Pebble Hill Plantation. She the daughter of Mr. and Mr. Ronald Williams. She is a high school senior and enjoys competitive cheer leading, tennis and travel.”
What a hoot.
Having just finished a fantastic book The Kitchen House by Kathleen Grissom, it was perfect timing.
Side bar- this was a great book set in the 1800’s about an indentured servant. I know, far cry from the trash I typically like to read. But, being that I decided to join not one, but two bookclubs, every now and then I actually read something other than “trash” as my Mom would say. I even stayed up until 12:30 every night this week reading my Kindle in bed.
Speaking of hoot, I am loving the seriousness of a 6 week old when eating. This ain’t no fun and games when it comes to mealtime for Allie Boone.