Technical note - this blog is very likely to be mostly pictures from here on out. We'll see.
I can't blame Jackson. It's not his fault that he gets hungry at 3 in the morning. But I can hardly wait until he sleeps all night instead of needing attention.
Jared usually has to be up and out of the house fairly early, he has always had the early shift at the police station. Which is why I do most of the baby wrangling at night. Jared has to get his sleep in.
So I get both a show and a good breakfast.
I managed to rescue the clothes but it was a near thing. We both had to be extra cautious not to slip and not to electrocute ourselves.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
"Cat! Please! It's hard enough to go to work as it is. Don't make it harder." He lifted my chin to give me a goodbye kiss. "Besides, trying to sound like you worry as much as your dad isn't working. I can tell the difference."
I hadn't actually thought of it that way. "I'm sorry. I'm just greedy and want you to myself."
"I'll be back this evening. You can count on that." He gave me another hug and went out the door.
Somehow, Jackson and I managed to survive the whole day while Jared was at work.
I found this large thing in my yard and meet a time traveller who asked me to help fix it. I found his missing parts and he vanished by walking into the thing - which he called a portal.
I'm sure that was a dream. Time travel? Portals? Me walk around outside in the lingerie when Jared isn't around to appreciate it?
Eventually Jared came home. I served some spaghetti. Easy, tasty and a fav for Jared.
"Yes, she is dad's older sister."
"I thought so. Is your aunt prone to hysterics?"
"Not in the least. She's not at all like dad. Why on earth are you asking?" Any time I think about Aunt Brooke, I feel a bit guilty that I don't know her or my uncle or my cousins as well as I should. It's not like the island is that big. But somehow, I never seem to get around to visiting. Then again, they could visit me as well but it just doesn't happen.
I nearly choked on my spaghetti. "Zombie? You are kidding, aren't you?"
"That's what I said when they told me to investigate." Jared waved his fork in the air for emphasis, unfortunately splattering sauce everywhere. "I think they gave it to me because the other officers were already out and doing real police work."
I sighed. "They still think of you as the rookie, don't they?"
"They do." He shrugged. "I am still the newest cop. Until the next time someone joins up, I will stay the new cop." He finished the food on his fork and started to twirl more spaghetti around for another bite.
I put down my fork and touched the back of Jared's hand gently. "Poor Aunt Brooke. Did it hurt her?"
"So what did you do?" I asked as we continued eating.
"No bits of goo or ooze?"
"Nope. Not anything at all out of the ordinary. That's why I was wondering if your aunt was prone to hysterics." He shook his head. "I got to spend the rest of the afternoon filling out reports."
"Aunt Brooke may be an artist but she's also very down to earth. I know my dad trusts her more than anyone else in the world. If she says she saw a zombie, then there was definitely something odd going on."
We finished our meal quietly. I wonder if I should ring my aunt, make sure everything is all right? Probably. I know she'd love it if I rang.
"I know just the thing to cheer you up," I told Jared. "I have a song for you."
I grabbed my guitar and started to sing.
"Oh policeman mine,
You've locked my heart away,
Now when you walk the line,
I have to keep the blues at bay."
He smiled, "I'm not sure that will be the song that will make us rich and famous."
"As long as it makes you happy, love. That's what is important."
That job fell to Jackson.
"Cat, you didn't have to get up. You can go back to bed. I have the baby."
"Thanks Jared. But I think I might wait a little."
I snickered. "Because I'm awake and can just stand here admiring you. You look great in your uniform, don't get me wrong. But sometimes less is more and the less clothes you have on, the more of you I can admire."
He put Jackson back in the crib and turned to face me. "Thinking of that, I wouldn't mind if you were wearing less. Like, um, nothing at all..."
I grabbed his hands, "As long as it's mutual, I think nudity is a splendid idea. Shall we retire to our room?"
I must admit, Jackson wasn't going to be the same as playing with my band, but maybe the sight of the baby would cause people to drop more money in my case.
To be honest, at first glance I thought it was Clayton because of the hair colour. But when I looked again, I knew it wasn't Clayton. Clayton looks like he eats from time to time. Derrick still is stick thin.
His presence must have frightened the local burglar too much, she fainted on the spot.
Jared later said that was the easiest arrest ever.
I spent hours in the park playing again. There were people there, it wasn't as though it was deserted. And yet, I'd earned nothing. Not a single tip was thrown in my case.
I love music, I really do. But we have bills to pay and a baby who is going to be needing a lot of toys and diapers and...
Well, I had to think about this. If playing for tips simply isn't pulling in enough money, then what can I do?
While I thought about it, I decided to invite Dad over for a visit.
"Kitten, he's such a handsome baby. I am so happy for all three of you."
"If he takes after his father or his grandfather, he'll be handsome forever, won't he?" I asked with a smile.
"I don't know about that. But he's a keeper, that is for sure."
I sighed as I thought about my frustrating day. "Daddy, I wanted to talk to you about being a musician. It's been really horrible, I've been getting almost no tips at all."
He shrugged. "I know it's tough out there at the moment. You could try something other than music. Your grandfather made most of his money from novels. I've found that sculpting isn't too bad for cash once you get past using clay all the time." He cleared his throat, "I guess you could even try a regular job, though that does break family tradition."
"I think I might try something else. I love music a lot but I can't cope with being out there and getting nothing for my efforts."
"It's great but I want you to call me Johnny or call me dad. Either will do."
I do love that my husband and dad get along very well. It's nice to be part of a happy family now.
Brooke wasn't the only one to have zombies.
Yeah, I wasn't impressed either.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Jared is being the sweetest thing too. He cooks and cleans as much as he can when he's home. Unfortunately for both of us, a policeman is expected to be on the job for pretty long hours though.
"Mom?" That was as much as she let me say. From then, there was a tirade on how little time she had and why did I have to bother her.
"Seriously? Mom, can't you listen to me?"
"Mother! Listen! I'm pregnant, you're going to be a grandma soon." Well, that stopped the flow of how horrible it was that I interrupted her day. Now it was all about how she wasn't old enough to be a grandmother and how would her husband take the news.
"I fail to care what your Travis will think. He's met me, he knows that you have a married daughter."
"Fine! I just thought you should know."
How did Daddy put up with her as long as he did? Come to think of it, why does Travis?
First it was the blasted sink. We've fixed this stupid thing every couple weeks since we've moved in.
It flooded the kitchen and nearly mangled most our clothes. I managed to keep it from eating our really good things.
Finally, Jared came home. I stumbled into his arms as soon as he'd shut the door.
"Sweetheart, I've had the worst day," I had been crying off and on since the washer broke and my voice was still shaky.
He pulled me close and his warm body was so comforting. "It's all right. Would you like me to cook dinner?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He smiled and gave me a hug. "I'll be back in a second. I need to get more comfortable." The smirk that went with that comment made me raise an eyebrow.
"Jared? What?" I was a bit surprised.
"Hey, I'm offering food and a show. You going to refuse?"
There was something very soothing about watching my nearly naked chef. He's definitely well built, and he works out a lot as part of his job. It was nearly a perfect view of that delicious body. That thought gave me an idea. "Hey, Jared."
"I'm working here," he replied in a soft but slightly warning tone.
"If I get curtains around the house, can I have a completely naked chef?"
He chuckled softly. "Maybe, Cat, maybe. Feeling better yet?"
"If the dinner is half as good as the show, my day will be infinitely better."
"Are you still reading that pregnancy book?" he asked when he looked up from his meal.
"Yes, I am."
"But don't you have it nearly memorised?" he teased.
"I know, I know. But I want to be the best mom I can be."
"You will be. I know it."
"Well, my mother..."
"Cat," Jared cut me off. "I haven't really asked about your mother or what happened. But whatever she did, you aren't her. Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head. "Not really. Not tonight." I thought back to that horrible phone call. "She can be such a bitch though."
I tilted my head to look at him. "Do you have anything in particular in mind?"
"Well, I know this big lovely bed. I think that some serious cuddle time is required."
He was giving me one of his smouldering looks and my heart melted. I was the luckiest woman alive to have him. "How do you always know what to offer?"
"I just have a gift, I suppose," he replied. We went upstairs and my worst day became a perfectly lovely one.
I found that playing instruments either with others, like Merlot,
Unfortunately, 'little' was the key word. I'd maybe make $20 on a good day. By the time you factor in lunch and fuel, it was just a couple of extra dollars for the family income.
I really should always invite Daddy to join in. He is fantastic on the bass, people always stop to give him tips.
"You really need to stop this thing you've got for married women."
He laughed, "a little harmless flirting?"
I sighed. "Someday someone might take it too seriously. The woman you flirt with or the husband that finds out. Someone will get hurt and I don't want it to be you."
"I don't see any problem. I know they aren't available, they should know I'm not serious." He shrugged.
"I hope you are right."
My contractions start in a serious way and that's when someone wants to ring me? How awful is that timing?
Well, I wasn't about to answer the phone now, they'd have to ring back.
"Baby? Baby! The baby is coming?"
"Yes, dear, the baby is coming. We better go."
"Go? Go where?"
"The hospital, silly man. Unless you want to preside over a home birth?"
He practically flew to the door. "Right this way, the hospital it is."
It was actually very quiet and quite beautiful. The moon was full and cast an eery glow all over town.
We were lucky and everything went very well. Before I knew what was happening, we were sent home.
I know that's actually pretty unlikely. If there's one thing that everyone agrees on, it's that babies don't sleep as much as you'd hope.
"I know Jared. Remember, I was there at the time."
"This has made me so happy though. My gorgeous family."
"Yes, Jared. It's been a very long day. I think I need a lot of sleep."
A flash of disappointment crossed his face, I believe Jared was hoping for a bit more than just sleep. Still, he nodded and we headed for bed.
"Do you hear the baby?"
A moment passed and there was a loud howl of protest from small lungs. With a heavy sigh, Jared got up to look after the baby.
He's such a lovely boy. I think he takes after Jared.
But he does have a very good set of lungs.