Tuesday

I got tied up at work last night…a pretty neat last-minute project that needed my attention.  I was excited to help, but there was no way I was going to make it home in time to relieve our nanny.

A pleading ping to my husband
<simon is typing>
“No problem.  I’ve got it babe.”
teamwork.

I finished my work with the focus and efficiency of a new mama anxious to see her baby
then walked quickly home down State Street
Maybe it was the chorus of bells coming from Holy Name
or perhaps I was just lost in my thoughts (of beyonce + chef achatz.  not together, mind you)
but I nearly missed a call from my brother.  4 rings and a mad scramble to answer.

Hey. Can I come over and hang with my niece?
Of course.

Henry met me on the corner and kept me company for the remainder of my walk.  We made it home by 6…which gave us exactly 55 minutes before Hazel would be down for the night.
A condensed cycle of Playtime, Dinnertime, Bathtime, Storytime
(not ideal, but you make it work)

I prepared her dinner
(smashed-carrots and peach puree w cinnamon. big girl food)
while haze and hen played.
Squeals of delight filled our apartment
along with a golden glow c/o our due-west exposure.

As I watched my girl inspect her uncle henry
then cuddle warmly into his lap
I couldn’t help but think about the most common bit of advice I’ve received from other working moms:
count the quality of your moments together rather than quantity of your minutes.
I am beginning to understand what they mean.

It was a long + short very happy tuesday.