Vacuosity

I am the metronome

Jaimeson is sick today. She cried for hours. Julia had the look of someone who had been tried beyond their breaking point. She had that Clockwork Orange glaze without the mindless peacefulness.


We were able to attend our Memorial, though (it's the annual observance of Jesus' death; what Jehovah's Witnesses celebrate rather than Easter). Jaimeson slept, thankfully, for a good portion of it.



When we got home, I tried to put her to sleep. When she cries, I tend to resort to the same tricks I used for Jordan. Some of them work, some of them don't. I used to bounce, in a deep knee-bends sort of way to get Jord to sleep. That's not so easy anymore. Now I just rock back and forth. I caught myself in the mirror, tick tocking, all stiff and straight. It was very unnatural and more than a bit funny looking.


In the end, I chose practicality over narcissism. The girl sleeps.

posted by David @ 11:28 p.m.