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oригинал взят у 42itous в Thursday, April 18, 2013
While feeding the baby in the wee hours of Thursday morning, I remember that it's a DITL day. My last DITL was in September.
I'm trying to unclog a duct, so while I feed the baby from one side, I pump from the other.
The house is peaceful at this hour. I go back to bed.
I wake up at 6 and the house is still quiet.
Pretend this is a smile (I thought I was smiling).
13 pounds above pre-pregnancy weight, not too bad.
The baby's still asleep.
Take a quick shower.
The baby is inexplicably still asleep, so I set up the pump.
Oops, she must've heard the pump and gotten jealous. Husband brings her in and I feed her...
I'm supposed to cook my boob to help unclog that duct.
Husband does silly things with baby.
Then he packs up his mother's birthday gift and leaves for work.
I check the weather and get dressed.
Baby changes from nightgown into pajamas, because if you could wear pajamas all day, wouldn't you?
It's a beautiful day out.
Baby naps in her bouncy seat.
I catch up on email and other online business and eat more stopgap measures.
I can't do my banking without making the phone ring. Grrr.
Write a couple of thank-you notes for baby gifts...
…and put them on the mail table to go out.
Put together a donation for the library thrift shop.
Stow boxes, tissue paper, and gift bags. I need to deal with cardboard boxes soon.
Must do dishes; I'm going to need these again in a few hours.
Turn on the kitchen radio.
Put together real food for second (or is it third?) breakfast.
Before I can wash dishes, I have to put the clean ones away.
Ahhhhh, that's better.
Since the baby's still napping, I go downstairs to flip the laundry.
That yellow note is to remind me...
…that this doesn't go in the dryer.
Set a timer to rescue shirts from the dryer (and refill my water glasses).
Take today's vitamins...
…and prep more for the next week or so. This provides me more sensory pleasure than it probably should, and reminds me of playing mancala with dried beans.
Go to the bathroom, and afterward admire my stretch marks which are fading.
The baby wakes up hungry and I finish watching this movie while I feed her. I'm not telling you what movie it is in case someone wants to show off by identifying it.
The timer for the shirts in the dryer goes off in the kitchen while I'm in the living room with a baby attached to my boob. I'm very proud of myself for turning off the timer without detaching the baby!
Then I remember the shirts in the dryer. Baby is too fussy to leave her up here, so I put her in a sling.
I decide it's time to set up this toy that some friends gave us.
Baby falls asleep, so I try putting her in her crib so I can take a nap...
…but I remember I haven't finished my breakfast, so I take that to bed with me...
…and read for a few minutes...
…but naptime in the crib is not to be.
What was that, fifteen minutes? That's longer than she's slept in the crib in daytime before!
Since she seems happy enough on the play mat (she soon goes back to sleep), I do a bit of decorating,
take out the trash,
eat leftover lo mein for lunch,
bring laundry up from the basement, fold it, and put it away,
(wow, baby's still sleeping!)
email the husband,
and get ready
to go out.
First stop: bring donation to the library.
The shop is closed for lunch, but the librarian says I can leave my bag by its door.
It's a gorgeous day out.
I think the owners of this house got carried away with the idea that everything turns green in the spring.
Next stop, CVS.
On the way home, I notice that someone has populated their pond with fish!
Time to get ready to go out on my own.
I collect my camera accessories, including freshly charged battery. Not pictured because I was running out of time: pack a snack, feed the baby, and hand her off to a friend-and-neighbor who's come to babysit until husband gets home from work.
At the bus stop, a self-portrait silhouette, in costume as professional photographer. I have my tripod with me, but the only photography equipment in the bag are two lenses and a spare battery.
Close enough to on-time that I'm not stressed. Sitting on the bus, I wonder if anyone around me suspects that my bag has more milk-pumping equipment than photography equipment in it.
Get off the bus at Porter.
Snap a photo that I want to post to the Door Window Wall community.
Then down into the T.
As I descend, I see a friend on her way up.
Porter Square station has some quirky sculpture from when it was built in the '70s, including these endearing bronze gloves tumbling down between the escalators.
The busker's pretty good, and I put a dollar in his case.
Get on a train.
Boston is bruised but not broken.
At South Station I'm confused at first and find myself on the wrong platform.
Not going to Alewife!
Retrace my steps and follow the signs more carefully.
I note the location of the elevator, which I'll need if I take the T on Saturday, since I'll have the baby with me.
The Silver Line is just a bus for now, but it's articulated! Also sometimes a bumpy ride.
I get off the bus here.
The trees along my walk are just wonderful!
The flags are at half-staff because of the bombing on Monday. I walk through the arch and into the building beyond.
I have to ask a security guard for directions to the event, and when I get there I find that I'm entering through the back of the hall.
The place is set for tonight's gala.
I find the artist with whom I exchanged emails and do the booth shots she wanted.
I do booth shots for two jewelers in the next aisle.
I locate the volunteers' room, stow my pump bag, tripod, and jacket under a table, change lenses, and ask the volunteer coordinator about where I can pump when I need to later. Then I wander around the hall looking at things. The event starts at 6.
I have two assignments: photograph the awards ceremony, and get shots of patrons interacting with artists or their work. This one is of two artists (you can tell by their red lanyards), which sort of counts.
In addition to my assignment, I enjoy photographing the art itself. Isn't it delicious?
I meet an artist who has her eight-month-old baby with her. She laughs sympathetically when I tell her I've got to go pump.
I sit in a private office and have a snack of dried fruit, nuts, and a cookie.
By the time I'm done, it's almost time for the awards ceremony.
Because of angles and backlighting and the fact that the tripod was the wrong choice, I got no good photos of awards actually being awarded,
but I got a few good ones of all the award recipients and board members. They were having a lot of fun, which is the important thing.
This quilt is a collaboration between a weaver whose fabric gets turned into jackets and a quilter who took 40 years' worth of scraps left over from making those jackets and turned them into this king-sized log-cabin-and-strip-pieced quilt.
Bathroom break. By now I'm getting a headache from all the lights and smiling too much.
By the time I realize that my headache might be caused partly by hunger, the food is pretty much gone. It's the end of the evening.
Husband picks me up out front. I sit in the back and give the baby a kiss. I've missed her.
We go through tunnels on the way home.
Baby has colic and husband takes her up to his office so I'll be able to sleep.
Send a quick email response to a friend.
Set up the pump in its bassinet by the bed. (We used to try to put the baby in the bassinet, but she didn't manage to stay asleep there very often, and when she did she squirmed and squeaked so much we couldn't sleep in the same room!)
Grab a few bites to eat and a time check.
Pump and read. I forgot to take a photo of it, but I'm reading a book called Breeder, which is essays by young parents and is sometimes funny, sometimes heart-warming, and sometimes heart-breaking, but always a good read.
Goodnight, Wilbur. (And goodnight Fern.)