Dear Diary . . . day by day

Saturday, July 15th - Kids!
Today was a productive day. I made sauce (David's recipe, which is extremely good - honed to perfection, you might say) yesterday. While it was simmering, I went to fetch a latte, and I came back to find it had boild over, drenching the stove with a thin red coating. Feeling industrious, I used that as incentive tto clean the entire kitchen. I then pulled everything out of my little water-closet (closet with a toilet in it that is off my bedroom - aka "my personal shitter" if you're less fussy about polite terms) and scrubbed down everything - the walls, the floor, the toilet. There was a good deal of mildew hiding in there; I'm glad to have it clean now; it feels very good.
By then I was two hours later than I said I would be getting over to visit with Ian and Elle and Leo. Almost as soon as I got there, I was handed the baby, and his parents disappeared under the house. No, that wasn't an exaggeration - Elle was crawling around down there, trying to install a phone line (Elle is handier even than Ian - who is very handy himself. Maybe it comes from being a theatre tech? All I know is, if Ian could've had the baby, Elle would've been happy to let him take all the bed-rest so she could keep up her industrious ways).
It was ok, though, as Leo is either getting used to me or has decided I'm ok - he didn't fuss much at all and seemed very pleased with my goofy faces and babbling that I subjected him to (I have a very, very silly streak that I seldom get to indulge so well). Eventually, he fell asleep against my chest, so I lay back on the couch and we napped together. It was very sweet.
During this time, I was listening to KPFA and I heard a call-in contest to go see Kenny Burrell at Yoshi's next Friday - which I won! Very exciting to get free Yoshi's tix; they run about $30 a piece!
Anyhow, Elle eventually went off to work (sound for a show; very cool that they let her hand-pump in the booth; I wonder if anyone ever turned around in the audience and saw her?). I brought over my sauce to feed Ian and I, since Elle had told me before she left "all he ever eats when I'm not here is cereal; a fridge full of vegetables going bad and he eats cereal!" I could see why he does that once I was cooking, as you really can't cook and hold a baby - even in a sling - at the same time. I was happy to be a good friend and make sure he ate a decent dinner. Ian and I stayed up until Elle got home around 1am, forgoing our original plans (first to go to a party, then to rent a movie) in lieu of just sitting around, yakking. It was very nice, actually; it made me realize that it's been a LONG time since Ian and I really had time to talk like that. Babies, man. They change your life.
Anyhow, that's it for now. I'm watching the girls (Kaylei and Kiera - ages 10 and 11) tomorrow with David, so it's a kidfull weeked. I don't mind, really - at least you don't have to hold K&K all the time to keep them from fussing . . .
Exercise log:
Got down on the floor with Ian and Elle and did some crunches/pushups/etc.
Writing log:
Kids don't let you write.
I'm currently reading:
Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand by Samuel R. Delany

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