Blocks Tumble

The weekend was quiet. We barely left the house, hiding like the sun. Coughs and gray drizzle left time to bake pies, build castles, and contemplate.

What I noticed in the solitude of our weekend:

1. How much our personalities are formed by our DNA and our friends. Georgia, at two, prefers long, hot showers (fingertips = raisins) like her Mommy. We have a little battle over the steamy spray. "Excuse me, Mommy. Georgia put water on Georgia back now." (And she doesn't move!) She sleeps like her Daddy, squeezing her toes rhythmically and wiggling her feet back and forth. She also needs to hug two pillows. And the influence of school chums? "Georgia button sweater like Vivi." "Georgia carry purse like Isadora."

2. The pregnancy hormones have me hibernating. I am not exactly a pleasant person. And since I am not feeling sweet, I am baking pies for people in compensation.

Castles made of blocks fall easily. And so do I. Emotions are at an all time high. Forgive me family, friends, and husband (most of all). I'm certain to be standing strong soon.