So, I’m trying to type while a baby snorgs loudly in my ear, sucking his thumb and chewing on my hair at the same time. Somehow this baby has developed a thing for my hair. It’s like his security blanket. I’m trying really hard to get him to transfer his affection to a blanket or stuffed toy, but no luck so far. Which means I have little wet wads of hair after holding him. And oh, does he want to be held.
I thought his “hold me now” insistence was bad when we were in Georgia and we were trying to pack, but if anything it’s worse now. I can understand. He’s in a new environment, and he’s been through a lot of upheaval in the last month, and he wants his mama. Of course, now this makes unpacking difficult to accomplish. But if I get him sitting just right, happily situated with thumb and hair, I can type a bit or read things on my laptop.
From what I’ve seen so far, I like Texas pretty well. It’s different, and this morning when S started talking about playing my cousin, a big wave of homesickness washed over me. I started tearing up as we were driving back after driving A to school (most days we’ve been walking, but it’s really cold today, and I didn’t want to take the baby out for a long walk in that). There are so many changes right now that I just feel emotionally spent by bedtime most days. I really miss my parents and extended family. I feel so divorced from what’s happening in their lives, and I guess it’s similar to how things were when we lived in North Carolina, but then I hadn’t had the years of closeness and near-daily contact as fresh memories.
Did I mention that our garage is completely packed with boxes and plastic bins? Over five feet tall, completely filled to the door, a two car garage full of our stuff. The sight makes me feel so materialistic, and overwhelmed with the prospect of unpacking it all.