What mountain??

When hiking up a steep mountain, it helps endurance to look just a few paces ahead rather than straight up to the top. Of course, looking around and taking in the view is the whole point, but that is not always possible.
So this past week I have been trying to be conscious about meeting deadlines, but taking baby steps and staying in the moment.
So I took the baby steps while Elias had huge leaps in development.
I have so much fun being around him. This week he began to reach out and hold and even shake a toy, and he loves to hold long conversations. It is absolutely delightful to reach this stage in development, when he still coos and cries and twitches like a newborn, but he responds to us with smiles and conversation, and sleeps through the night like an adult (still). I love to dream of him as he will be as he grows, and at the same time feel like there should be someway for me to bypass nature and not let him grow old. Elias is seven weeks, and for those of us with years on us, thats a flash in the pan, but at the same time, its a lifetime.
I often feel like we communicate perfectly and that we are both ageless.
Then I suddenly realize how in love I am and I want to preserve the moment forever, and thats when I go into a tailspin and cannot fathom that this little guy, and this moment, may change. He is serene about it so I try to be too.
Going back to work was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Tino and i have a great schedule: he goes to ESL in 8-12, comes home and we have lunch, I go to work in the evening, and come home at 6.30 and he goes off to class again.
Amazingly, I had the foresight to leave him with emergency contact numbers. It must be the new mom side of me. So I explained to him the bit about 911.
Later in the day, I called home. So, I asked, do you remember the emergency number?
Yes, uh, 119?
Well, it just sounded funny considering how ingrained into us it is.

The first week back at work was fun to see old clients, hear how much I was missed, and slide right back into the old gossip. Already I was beginning to line up some private massages.
I also started running this week, not a lot, not far, but it feels good, with some yoga. It feels good to be healing and to be finding a healthy schedule with Elias.
Tuesday I found out I had the highest test score again.
Wednesday I was able to work all day, cook dinner and get Elias's feedings all perfectly timed that he didn't need a bottle.
On Thursday, Tino and I sped out after work to Pasadena and went swing dancing with Elias in tow. It was great fun for me.
However, if anyone has ever seen The Jerk, my African husband is Navin when it comes to rhythm. But I will be patient and hope that his desire to be there, and to dance like the studs on Dancing with the Stars, is enough to make a sexy dancer out of...such a mover.
On Friday, we went to take a family shot with ourselves and two other couples who we are trying to do the Zero Emission Lawn Care business with. Our plan was to print out a brochure that could be passed around at Saturday's local Folk Music Festival.
When we went downtown to see if we could get tickets for the night show (of Jackson Browne, Ben Harper, and Taj Mahal) we ran into a friend who offered us what I was hoping for: two volunteers had just backed out, and we were needed to sit at the Food Not Lawns table, talking about our new community organization, while promoting our new business. So we were in.
Saturday, I gave a massage to a woman who was also a Spanish major in College, who also lived in Puebla, Mexico, and who wants to start a Spanish lit. book club this summer. From there we went to the show, where we saw a bunch of new friends, I was interviewed about our business for the local cable channel, and we danced it up, Elias loved the music and all the attention.
So my week was good. But always at the cost of:
studying biology or french, so I log off to do that now,
feeling however that the mountain is more of a path, with a rainbow at the end.