What a Life!

We’re getting there. Steve’s back is feeling better daily. And the computer? I just have a couple more programs to install and we’re back in business. Seriously. When I originally started backing it up at IBackup, it took two days for all of the files to download from our desktop to the site. I figured with the files I’ve added since then – mostly pictures, lots and lots of pictures – it would take three days for it to restore everything. So I didn’t even try starting it until this morning after Steve finished and submitted another draft of his paper last night. I started it this morning and about three hours later, it was done. And it didn’t just say it was done – the files really are all back on my hard drive just as though I was working downstairs on our old desktop. Amazing! I wonder if the slowness we’ve been experiencing with that computer as of late was a sign of things to come…

The garden still isn’t planted, though. I was going to do it this morning. I started out by going on our walk, and when we had just about reached our turn-around point, Joey started crying as though I’d abandoned him on the side or the road of something. No amount of reassurance that Mommy is still here, she is just pushing the stroller, see? you can look up and see her could prevail. He wailed all the way home. He did that yesterday too when I left him with Steve’s grandma and aunt while we went out to a field to take some pictures of corn for Steve’s paper. I think it’s the separation anxiety stage…along with some teething, perhaps? We shall see.

When he gets like that, the only solution is for me to hold him. So I held him for about an hour. Then he went to sleep for his nap. The garden is too far from the house for me to be able to hear him through an open window. Now that his nap is over, we’re getting some of the scattered showers predicted in today’s forecast. I mean, I really don’t want to give up since I bought the seeds and grew some plants and all, but I keep wondering if my garden for this year is doomed.

But here we go again. He’s been awake for an hour and even though his tummy is full and his diaper is dry and he has all his favorite toys and mommy is sitting right next to him looking up at him and smiling…we’re starting to fuss and cry. So please forgive any typos while I go tend to Mr. High Maintenance…