Lady of leisure

So last I wrote I was going to start easing back into work-- just a few hours a day, that doesn't seem too demanding or unrealistic, right? And since then I have gotten exactly nothing done. Unless picking up your paychecks and looking at your work emails (not to be confused with answering them or actually reading them) counts as something. This week will be different. Last week disappeared into an endless stream of visitors. This is what being a lady of leisure must be like. No time for work, or even cooking or cleaning. Being a socialite is a full-time job. You think I'm kidding, but I could get used to this. People come over, bring me gifts and/or food, tell me how good I look, and then we just sit around chatting for several hours while they ogle my most perfect little person in the world and tell me how perfect he is. I'm getting pretty good at it. Sadly, I think this chapter of parenthood (the celebrity chapter) might be drawing to a close. Nothing, which is to say, no one, is on the schedule this week. The prospect of being on my own with Jack was initially something I kind of dreaded but it's been put off for so long-- almost 6 weeks!-- that now I'm actually looking forward to it. We'll see how long that feeling lasts.

But in honor of the visitors not just from this week but from the past several weeks... so many special people in our lives coming from far away and not so far away to pay homage to Jack... here are some of the highlights.

(I have to apologize to the Berkeley friends whose conspicuous absence from this collage is not for lack of homage paid but rather a failure on my part to get out the camera on their visits. My bad.)

Other milestones this week:

Jack had his first bart ride. At first he didn't know quite what to make of it.But eventually he decided it was a pretty safe place and then fell asleep. And he didn't even stir at the screeching wail of going under the bay. This kid can sleep through anything. Except the night.

Jack also had his first dance party. Okay, that's not true. He's had lots of dance parties. He loves to dance. He's going to fit right into this family. I just wanted an excuse to include this photo.
Doesn't Jack look like he's having fun? Maybe not as much fun as me, but he is, as the shirt says, an all-star.

Meanwhile, the washing machine is still not fixed. This is on account of a very stupid repair-man. Or if you want to take the charitable view, as Danny did, because he's a better person than me, maybe he is just good at talking to machines and less good at talking to people. But he did little to inspire my confidence when he told me, "Uh, this is the wrong machine for this part." Right. Not that you brought the wrong part for our machine, whose serial number we read to you very clearly over the phone. I don't have a photo of this milestone, I guess because it's not really a milestone. It's kind of an anti-milestone. On the bright side, the machine picked the very best time to break down, when Grandpa Bill and Grandma Melissa were in town for the weekend and could go to the laundromat for us. Twice. That's how much your grandparents love you, Jack. They'll always make sure you have clean clothes no matter how many times you throw up! Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!