Frances and I dropped Gabriel off at preschool on Wednesday morning and headed across the street to a cafe, where we bought special drinks, squeezed into a big, cushy chair, and finished reading the thrilling tale of The Mysterious Benedict Society to the very end. It took over an hour. Then we went for a cold, sunny walk in Eastport and mulled all the shocking revelations from the many finales over and over, until it was time to pick up Gabriel. Perfect, perfect morning.
Today I woke up and snuck downstairs to do a prenatal yoga video before the kids were up. Of course, that lasted about five minutes, at which point I heard them pounding their way downstairs. Gabriel rolled out a mat next to mine and did some of his own outrageous asanas, then fell quiet and watched the teacher on the screen for a while. Suddenly he said, in his best valley girl voice, Oh. My. God. Look at her butt. It is so big. (You may recognize that line from the intro to Sir Mix-A-Lot's timeless classic...he watched Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake perform it - admirably - as part of their History of Rap series and thought that particular song was the funniest thing he'd ever heard).
It has been a blessedly gentle re-entry! And I am glad for it, since we are all in various stages of a persistent cold, and I do feel like clinging to all the time together we've had. Part of me is unwilling to go back to regular life, with its routines that take us in four different directions. Once we take the plunge on Monday and start kicking it will be fine and even good, but for now I am hesitating on the pebbly shore, reluctantly considering the chilly water.
Indulge my senseless clinging, would you? Here are some more favorite moments from the past two weeks...
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