Prequel, Sequel and Me

Today is 7/7/07, a good day to get married b/c it's easy to remember. Plus, I guess, it's supposed to be lucky. And people can say, "We got married on the day Al Gore threw that big concert." To which people will respond, "Who? What? Was that before the ice caps melted and the fields turned to dust and the bees disappeared and Radiohead started to suck?"

Of course, it will be just before the first three things, but many years after the last.

I'm home with Prequel and Sequel but no Mom. She's out doing a prenatal visit with a client. She's on maternity leave, which means she's working full time but not actually helping deliver any babies until September (or maybe late August).

Monday night was the first time I was left alone with Sequel. It went well for about and hour and a half. Then the crying started.

We were supposed to try out the bottle the day before, but we forgot, then it was too late. On Monday, he wasn't up for new experiences and just wanted Mom.

Still, even though he cried for about 45 minutes, I felt much better about it than the first time I was left alone with Prequel. He, too, cried and cried. But I was hopelessly clueless then.

Monday was just an interview, so that was a short visit. Prenatals go longer, so I'm writing this while both boys are sleeping. They can't possibly sleep the entire time she's gone, so chaos is on the horizon.