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shadow dancing My son has just recently learned how to turn over onto his belly. He doesn't do this when he's laying in his playpen mind you. He does this in the middle of the night, while half asleep, and then falls back to sleep in this position. Of course when he wakes up again he is completely disoriented and freaked out because he can't flip himself back over yet. While I'm delighted he's making progress, I have my concerns about his new middle of the night gymnastics. For one, there is not nearly enough space in our meager Queen sized bed for him to roll over without pressing his face into my body. Also I'm getting even less sleep now because I'm worried he'll smother himself to death. I had just started him sleeping in his crib for part of the night to see if it would help him sleep better, but now with this new phase of development I'm putting it on hold for fear he'll roll over and bang his head on the crib rail. Also I can't monitor his safety when he's in the crib the way I can when he's sleeping next to me. I recently read that co-sleeping mothers who breastfeed are particularly challenged when it comes to getting their babies to sleep better and longer because being so close to mom, a baby's favorite food source, is most often the cause of his frequent night wakings. I started the baby sleeping part of the night in his crib because according to the Sears Method of getting your baby to sleep, shown HERE, it's best to start the baby off in the crib at night then upon his first waking bring him into the bed to hurse. After nursing him, mom should pass him off to dad, or at least create some distance between herself and the baby for this very reason. Baby is also eating rice cereal now. I cannot tell you how endearing his little face is when he puckers up and smacks his lips, mouth oozing mush. Initially he seems to enjoy it, but within minutes he gets fussy or starts to cry. I'm not sure what that is about. Perhaps the newness of it all is frightening to him. I'm not sure any of it is actually making it into his tummy, but he sure is trying. **** Last night at nine o'clock I grabbed my laptop and set it up on our kitchen table, (there is no space here for a desk so my kitchen has officially become my office), grabbed a cup of coffee, and logged in to OPRAH for an online discussion of "A New Earth" by Eckhart Tolle. You have no idea how much I was looking forward to this. Well, apparently the universe did not want me viewing this last night because regardless of the high speed internet I pay $45 a month to have, my connection although initially successful, stauled, paused, and then eventually stopped. I was hugely disappointed. But I did get to the part about asking life what it wants from me, as opposed to asking myself what I want from life. I am going to have to give this some thought before I write about it. I will make time tonight to catch up on what I missed. Fortunately they're posting a link for those who missed the live webcast. I wonder how many other people had problems with their connection. Regardless, I am so excited about this book, but until I finish it I won't elaborate. ****** Over the weekend my husband asked me if I would move to Greece with him. This discussion came up because a friend of his owns a construction business that is doing incredibly well, and if he wanted to go and work for him the salary would be more than what he is making here, so naturally my husband wants to consider it. I shocked myself by not hesitating. "Sure" I said. "Whatever you want." And I meant it. And while I've never been to Greece, if this is what the universe has in store for me, for us, then I will follow its lead. My son is afterall half Greek. (My husband would argue that he is not half, but 100%, conveniently forgetting my Irish roots). Not that I think this is definitely going to happen mind you. I think that a part of my husband is actually a little ambivalent about returning to his country. As proud as he is to be Greek, his life is now very much here in America. It has been nine years since he's been back and he has often said he thinks that he will feel like a stranger in his own country when he returns for there will be so many changes no only in the landscapes, but in the people - even his village won't be what he remembered it to be. I can understand this, because on a smaller scale I left my own "village", a small town outside of Boston, several years ago. And each time I return to pay a visit to my mother's grave, or to see a friend, I feel out of place. Things have changed so much there, or perhaps it is that I have changed. Whatever it is, each time I go back it reminds me of why I now call NYC my home. I fell in love with this city from the first visit. I was twelve at the time and a member of my church choir. We made a weekend trip here to see "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" starting Andy Gibb. Oh how I loved Andy Gibb. Posters of him and my second favorite, Shawn Cassidy, covered the walls of my bedroom. I had all their albums. But Andy, he was my favorite. I knew all the words to "Shadow Dancing". After the show we all waited outside the stage doors of the theater hoping to catch a glimpse of him getting into his limousine. You have no idea how stunned I was when Andy Gibb suddenly appeared, and of all the women and men and children standing waiting for him, looked in MY eyes and said, "Well hello there." I couldn't speak, I just stared up at him. He was real. He wasn't just a photo on my bedroom walls. Not just a voice I listened to every day coming from my record player. This was him in the flesh. ANDY GIBB! I just stood there frozen, holding out my playbill for him to sign. Which he did, and then within seconds it was all over and he was gone. But the feeling that NYC was a magic place remained deeply ingrained and I vowed that one day I would live here. Now I'm thinking about Andy Gibb and his tragic death so many years ago. He was a kind soul and vulnerable, you could see that in his eyes. If I remember correctly it was cocaine that eventually did him in. I wonder if life got what it wanted out of Andy Gibb, and I wonder what the hell ever happened to that playbill.
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