Kevin is in China again for two weeks. Lyric's finally reached the age where she is asking for him.
She's also at the age where she can be quickly distracted by a banana.
Before he left, he made her another video, which she watches each morning with a huge oatmealy grin on her face. She gets especially enchanted by the scene where they are both flying like ragdolls while jumping all over our king-size bed.
We also Skype every night at 5pm (7am in Kowloon). They are heartbreaking to watch....he leans into the camera and kisses her and she leans forward, arms outstretched and saying "UP!" so he can pick her up through the screen. Kills me everytime.
Things are much easier than I expected than last time Kevin was gone a while. She's been a total doll, and I've tried to remember not to try to do five things at once while spending time with her. So we've had a marvelous time hanging out, giggling, rolling, eating, and running around every night. It helps a ton that my family is so quick to help out, so I get a break now and then to, you know, shower or something.
Fetus Willow Ariya (spelling still up in the air) seems quiet but fine -- I'm pretty sure Lyric was exactly the same. Second trimester is a dream compared to first and third. Though I'm again eating like a Sumo Wrestler trying to make weight. Ick.
Life is, all in all, pretty good. I miss my husband.
