First Outing

Yesterday, we got adventurous and took Carina to a wedding. It was close to home, a short ceremony, and no reception just cake and punch at the church. We were there less than two hours. She got hungry after the ceremony, and I had to retreat to a stifling hot bathroom to feed her, but otherwise it went OK. I had a very, very strange moment, though, when she started crying during the ceremony and I ended up in the back of the church with other parents who's kids weren't sitting still. I suddenly looked around and realized that I was one of those mothers who were only paying half attention to what was going on because they were concentrating on keeping their kids quiet. Very weird.

I'm having this strange thing where I keep wondering when this little experiment is going to be over and someone is going to come make this seem more normal. Or like she's going to go home soon or something. I'm finding it hard to believe (and rather intimidating when I manage to believe it for a bit) that this thing is FOR LIFE. I mean, she's here until she grows up and goes to college. That's a long time. I'm not sure I ever really got that into my head before.

I keep feeling like I should write about something else, but there's nothing else to write about. I've been doing baby, baby, and more baby. At least that won't last forever.