One Day At A Time

I posted my 33rd photograph this morning.  I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this far with a 365 project.  The difference is that I usually look at the totality of it, thinking of it more like a (very big) countdown.  This time, I am just taking one more photo today.  Tomorrow is irrelevant; only today matters.  Unexpectedly, this attitude is bleeding over into the rest of my life.  Specifically, Henry has slept right through for three nights in a row now.  I don’t know what to make of it, and, quite frankly, I have no expectations that it will happen again tonight.  I am neither distressed nor hopeful about the situation.  It’s just a thing that happened.  Maybe we’ll get to add another day to our count, and maybe we won’t.

This present moment mentality does not come naturally to me.  I am a planner.  I like lists.  I like to know what’s coming down the pike.  But to just live this one day?  That’s hard.  I’m learning, though, and learning how to blend the two – the planning and the being – for best results.

Isn’t he a cutie? He has such amusing interests. Like hair. He pretended to wash my hair last night, which was a very nice head massage for me. Later, he was trying to style a sister’s tresses. He really likes to wear fluffy skirts. (We’ll worry later.) He sings beautifully in his deep baby voice, and he dances quite a lot. He’s fascinated with the A-E-A-E-A’s (or ABCs, as the rest of us know them) and the alphabet books are his favorites. He only says no, but no with a smile is really a yes. This week, he refuses to sit in his high chair, which is a bit of a problem, because there’s not enough room at the table on Everybody’s Home Nights. We squish in anyway, just for him. He’s not quite so clingy anymore. He likes to do his own thing and he doesn’t mind if you’re doing your own thing, too. And he’s very affectionate. I kind of love this little guy.