First, Second...Third?

Last couple of nights I did not get to see my baby because of work. I left before 9 p.m. both days (pretty early by local standards), but I understood why parents with bad working schedules try to keep their babies up late. My partner did apologize for keeping me here, which is nice considering that everyone else (including my friend M.) was here until the wee hours. They must resent me. I would resent me for sure. They are kind enough not to be open about it though.


I just realized that I never write about Eli anymore, which is strange because I am still mainly preoccupied with him and his bodily functions. Last Friday was the first night Eli and I spent the night without David who had to go away for work to the exotic city of Indianapolis. I got to schlep my little boy around on my own again all weekend like in the old times...it was sweet, I appreciated this time with him that much more now that I am working. I am not noticing any personality changes caused by my extended absence. All this week our neighbors' nanny, a 22-year-old girl from El Salvador with the quintessantial "nanny rack" (the giant breasts, combined with a wide upper body and a smily round face seem to be common characteristics of child care providers in our hood) is watching him and he seems to be having a great time with her. He is still delighted to see me if and when I do get home (the first couple of days I got squeals of delight, but now the squeals have faded into friendly laughter and smiling), but he seems like he had not thought about me until the moment he sees me walking through the door.

Right now I am anxious because my agreed, regular leaving time is approaching quickly (it is 5:49 p.m.) and I was really hoping to see my boy tonight. You will definitely hear from me if there is a Third. If you don't that is good news. Suspense.