Boo hoo!

I had to take Audrey in for shots today. Four of them, two in each leg. Let me tell you how this goes, if you don't know. It's the worst. You spend all this time trying to get your babies to trust you and love you, trying to get them to be still at the calming sound of your voice. Riiiiight. Any confidence Audrey had in me is shot....pun intended. She has now cashed it in, on my lap at home, feeling dejected, her baby blues opening every once in awhile, and a pathetic little screech that says, "My legs!"
There's nothing better than being a mom to daughters. I feel like, in a way, Audrey is more mine than Olivia started out being. I wasn't married, I lived in a house 50 feet from my mom's front door. We had lots of help, for which I was and am grateful. Olivia is a better person for it. She knows her extended family very well and they have literally watched her grow up. Audrey is a different story. Everything about her is me! (That will be very telling when she is 5 years old.) I can only hope that her little young life has many, many opportunities to get to know her auntie(s) and uncles and grandparents because I think that is what has made my Olive so great.
In the meantime, I'm going to get my Aud a bottle and make her like me again. Hopefully I'll regain her trust, just in time to lose it at her 4-month apopintment. :(

In like a lion...

I'm sitting at home today (again) while it starts to snow (again) watching the news (again). This big-ass blizzard is going to keep me home tomorrow from visiting Heather & Dylan, to Pierre, and to Rapid City. Oh well, I guess. Can't argue with a closed interstate. The pisser is that it isn't even snowing or blowing here barely. Whatever. Spring is coming, spring is coming, spring is coming....
I suppose I'll start to pack, give this baby girl a bath, do the dishes. I stopped by at work yesterday and saw what I've been missing. Some of the long-termers have gone home to start living or to continue dying. I miss using my brain, the intellectual nature of it, the new friends, the support of a bunch of 20-30-year-old smart women who understand about having babies and stuff. It's great.
I'm ready for a Spring Break.