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| Axel, 2012 |
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| New York, 2012 |
I took the ferry to work, which always reminds me of that scene in Working Girl, you know, with the Carly Simon song blasting.
One of the weirder things about being away from the boy all day is not really having a handle on his mood. I can ask all sorts of questions of the nanny when I get home, but fundamentally, I don't know if a fussy streak at 9 p.m. is the culmination of an off day or just plain old tiredness. Whereas when I am with him 24-7 I feel much more confident in my abilities to intuit the root of his irritability or squirminess.
He's a funny little creature. Lately, when I get home, he's already in bed, and so I wake him up to feed him at some point before I put myself to sleep. He's so excited to see us, but exhausted at the same time, and he is smiling and sobbing all at once. It's quite a sight to behold.
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