We barely had time to send Ray off before turning around to get ready for Beth, Firefly's first mom. She's coming in for a quick visit, just staying one night. I want to write about our time together; I've been thinking a lot about discomfort and parenting and open adoption. (Todd actually wrote more about Ray's visit than I have, if you're interested.) Note to self: schedule debriefing/blogging/fill-up-the-introvert's-energy-tank time in between visits next time.
Firefly woke up itchy and miserable. I fear it may be my fault; I handed her some pesto-covered green beans yesterday at dinner, forgetting about the cheese in the pesto. All she wants to do is ride around in the Babyhawk, gnawing on a watermelon rind. (Puppy liked rinds at that age, too. So strange.) I'm hoping she pulls through before Beth gets here, or this will be one for my open adoption fail column. "That kid you traveled to see? I totally made her sick."