My sister came home for a long summer visit (is it still home if she calls 'there' home, too?). She's a pretty bad-ass lady and I love her dearly. Shortly after her arrival, she broke her arm. I'm under a vow of secrecy, but there may have been arm-wrestling? and a grizzly bear? with a moose for a moderator? *shhhh, don't tell!
And so we made a pretty bad-ass team. The cripple and the pregnant lady. Third trimester, no less. And so we did the most rational thing imaginable. We worked on construction projects! She with one hand, me and baby: skill saws, drills, hangers, shelves and more shelves!
And we spent plenty of time in the kitchen. I don't know anyone else in my life who breaks her arm and then proceeds to bake (and frost!) a few dozen gourmet cupcakes and a large pan of lemon bars singlehandedly. 'Cause that happened. And it my baby shower absolutely delicious.
Sister visits are always lovely. There is talk of dreams and plans and science fiction and fantasy novels and art and life design. There is so much companionable time in the kitchen. There are late nights and mornings that begin at noon.
This time we talked about language learning and early childhood development, how to simulate immersion learning when the parent isn't fluent in a foreign language. We talked about baby blankets and wall murals. About tree forts and onesies.
We had river walks and husky cuddles.
I was sad to see her go. But oh so glad she's coming home over winter break! Neicphew visits!
I'm so excited for my kids to know their Tia Rhi.