A day in the life

Noemie is in a league of her own. She is quite possibly the happiest baby ever. She LOVES to talk and be talked to. She is constantly smiling and giggling and wanting to get her hands on your face. When I'm tired or frustrated, she cheers me up in an instant.

For the next three weeks Danny will be at the academy from 1-10pm. Our days are...strange. Danny wakes up with the babies between 8 and 9 am and lets me sleep in till 9:30-ish, at which point I roll out of bed and make breakfast and dinner simultaneously. Then I heat up Danny's lunch, which is usually left overs from "dinner" from two nights before. Danny usually runs errands with Dominic in the mornings and has to be home by 11:30 to get dressed and ready to go. Monday they did groceries, Tuesday we went downtown to get Noemie her passport, I can't even remember yesterday, and this morning Danny and Dominic went to get Danny fitted for his uniform. Danny says it looks "tight" (which is slang for 'stylish'). Danny leaves just before 12 with his lunch and dinner in stacks of tupperware.

Defensive tactics has not been kind to Danny. The first two days they worked on pressure points. Danny keeps getting partnered with a girl who doesn't trim her fingernails quite as short as she probably should if she's going to be digging for pressure points. The next day they worked on escort positions, and yesterday on proper falling and on deflecting the force of attacks. I would like to note that Danny explains all these maneuvers when he gets home (at 11) and demonstrates them on me. Then I stay up till unreasonable hours watching Olympic gymnastics.

As I was laying in bed this afternoon taking a nap, the house phone rang waking up both myself and baby girl, who proceeded to wail. As I laid there burying my head in Danny's pillow and trying to seal off my inner ear with my shoulder, I attempted to teleport. I know this might sound odd to you but I've seen it done in movies countless times and sometimes I wonder just maybe... maybe... it's possible to think so hard that I might suddenly find myself curled up, in the same position, on a striped towel under a matching umbrella on a warm mound of sand on an empty beach in, say, Aruba. With a pineapple-coconut smoothie. MMMmmmm. Where would you go?

Oh, I thought I should let you know, we chickened out of potty training last weekend and decided to postpone the ordeal a few more weeks.