09/07 3eme semaine/ 3rd week

Je n'ai pas beaucoup vole cette semaine. Au decollage de Houston, la lumiere " R LO OIL PRESS" s'est allumee, ce qui veut dire que le moteur n'a plus de pression d'huile. Parce que nous etions encore en vitesse basse, l'interruption du decollage n'a pas pose de probleme. Retour au parking. On met de l'huile dans le moteur, seulement on en met beaucoup, pas comme d'habitude! et en plus le moteur fume un peu quand on l'eteind, pas bon signe tous ca... Les mecanos viennent avec leur ordinateur telecharger les donnees du moteur, et le verdict tombe: il faut changer le moteur!

Tous cela a pris du temps, et meme en prenant une airline pour aller chercher un avion a l'autre bout du pays, le resultat est qu'on a pas fait grand chose cette semaine...

J'ai fini dans les Appalaches cependant, cette superbes chaines de collines dans l'est du pays qui et qui s'étend de Terre-Neuve au Canada, jusqu'a l'Alabama. C'est joli d'ou la photo.

Good evening from the White House. Or the beige house, which, frankly, looks like all the other beige houses here in wonderful Arizona.

This week was another busy week of full time Mom and new daughter. We worked hard on our exercises for the torticollis because I was bound and determined that we would have improvement. Sometimes I've very, very tired, nearly too tired to do all the exercises after just a few hours sleep and many missed opportunities for daytime naps. But I forced myself. God knows where the strength comes from. Probably from that same stubborness that got me up and down that mountain five times per day year around in AZ. But, mostly, from being determined that Florence would have options other than only dating men who live in bell towers in Paris churches, I guess.

So, yeah!, she is making progress. Yeah! She and I were slowing down again, though, when she seemed to be missing alot of her naps. No, not that they weren't being offered but that things were interrupting. For those who never took 24/7 care of an infant, it can take hours to convince the li'l devils to nap because when they should be sleeping they decide it's much more fun to play. And then when, mercily, you do finally get them to a state of slumber, something unexpected wakes them - a dog barking, your joints cracking, the wooden crib doing "creak!" or, it never fails, some gigantic sneeze that no matter how hard you try you can't seem to control and, oh, how it just nearly makes you cry, because you're so tired from all the hours without sleep and oh so desperate for even 10 minutes of rest. But the noise comes and "boooowb!" her little eyes pop open again and you cry inside and out from the thought of how much longer it will be for her to sleep again. (Though there's also this very odd phenomenon wherein you can let a big sneeze rip and nothing, she doesn't wake, but a teeny, tiny joint makes a teeny, tiny crack sound and her eyes pop open....go figure...God surely has a grand ol' sense of humor, does he not?)

Sigh....

I'll tell you. The US Navy Seal training isn't tough. Ha. Cake. Taking care of a newborn 24/7 nearly 70% by yourself with no backup - now that'll train you for anything. No need to send the Marines. Just send some sleep deprived Moms up that hill and tell them comfy beds are on the other side and I guarantee you that hill WILL be taken!

Anyway. Thank the Holly Heavens of God and all for chocolate. And Diet Coke. Even if it has to be caffeine free (for baby). Trust me, if a baby made you cry before, try one trumped up on caffeine.

Good night and Good luck! Out!