Thank you to everyone for your heartfelt condolences. I know this is something almost all of us share, the loss of a beloved pet. Reading all of your messages was really nice.
It's hard following up a serious and sad post like the last one -- it feels as though the follow-up ought to have some gravity too. I'd thought this would be a perfect time to attempt to put into words some of my thoughts and feelings on new parenthood. To follow a post about death with one about life. But I haven't had time to write that post. I will say this, though. A fun thing about having a baby that I'd never thought about is how it gives you an excuse to dance all the time. Wherever you are, if you're holding a baby, you're allowed to dance. To be honest, I never have the urge to randomly dance when I'm not holding Clementine, but with her in my arms: yeah. Who knew?
I've been busy trying to finish a new Laini's Ladies collection before going to New Yotk, and I'm almost there. Yesterday Jim had some kind of powerful urge to leave the house and started trying to lure me away from the computer to go shopping. (I have a husband who shops; I thank my mother-in-law for training him well!) Well, I held out. No, I said, I must finish my work. No no no. He tried every persuasive tactic; I held firm. He persisted.
Me (amused & a tiny bit annoyed): Stop it! Sheesh, you're acting like a kid.
Jim: No I'm not. . . . You are.
Me: Arg! Stop manipulating me.
Jim: I'm not. . . . But if you loved me you'd come.