The Mommy Returns
Well, things aren't always what they seem. Like, the perfect little boy that I have been telling you about is almost too perfect. Which makes him imperfect. And that's the way we love him. But for instance, it is 00.25 now, and he's not asleep. I think he wants to be the last person to fall asleep in Finland tonight. Jessica is hopefully sleeping now, and I will turn in shortly but Jessi's mother ... she'll be walking a few miles around the 60 square meter apartment of ours.
Oh yeah, Jessica's mother's here. She arrived yesterday as entertaining troops. Jessica's been feeling a little down lately, a little sad, slightly moody, somewhat irritated, a tad .. depressed. There, I said it. Depressed.
The D-word has been something we haven't really talked about at home and even though Jessica was moody right after Hannes was born, we just shook it off. I think I was a little scared of it. I think we were a bit scared of it. Not anymore. We're in the midst of it now, but we're going to get on the homebound train as soon as there are available seats. The trip isn't long, but it may be bumpy.
Anyway, Jessica's mother is here to entertain Jessi, to give her support, and to give Jessica and I a chance to do something that does not involve poop, diapers and that you don't have to do with one hand only.
Basically, things are just slow here now, we take each day at a time, and focus on our little family. Isn't that how the entire universe is said to be moving? First Big Bang, then expansion, then inward again into one giant black hole only to explode again into a great big thing.
And then there is light.
