There was a new instructor for Hazel’s swimming class today. He was a good combination of encouraging and no-nonsense, and she finally consented to put her face in the water. Woo hoo! We will also go get her some goggles (which she now says she wants) this week.
Also today we met my nanny’s mom and step-dad. It’s always funny/interesting to see people with their parents; I know very few people who don’t at least subtly change their affect when around them. We know her now, as an adult. Seeing her with her mom I can see little echoes of their past relationship. It was lovely to share Hazel and the babies with people who’ve heard about them, who were interested in meeting them in person. I think the twins are starting to move past their unwillingness to interact with anyone they don’t know well, and consented to be held by both of our visitors. They also smiled and went to our nanny, as they always do. That warms the cockles. I am glad they are cared for by people whom they love, and who feel an attachment to them.
On Sunday when we were cleaning out the basement, I spent quite a while at the end vacuuming the floor and walls. Since we’d taken the three workbenches owned by the previous owner of the house out, that involved vacuuming up sawdust that had probably been in situ for decades. I felt a twinge as I did that. He spent probably thousands of hours down in his workshop working on projects of various kinds, and I know it was a loved space. We have taken out all signs of that, and the basement is going to be used differently now. We will keep the sign he made of their last name as a reminder of who else has lived in and loved our house. When we take the shed down out back, we’re going to give the windmill he made and mounted on it to our neighbor, who knew him and has asked for it. That is one of the nice things about old houses; the sense of history in them, not only of the house itself, but of the people going back who’ve inhabited it.
Tonight I didn’t handle frustrations with Hazel’s behavior at bedtime at all well. Tomorrow is another day, but Ted and I want to have a talk about how the evenings go, and how we can structure them to work better for all of us.
And I picked out a day I can spend with Hazel. That will be good.