Today, Eileen turns 1 month old and how the last month has just zipped on by! She has made all kinds of amazing discoveries, especially in the last two weeks.
What a great relief that she loves Motown. When Husband is not around to sing to her, we flip on oldies and she sits in my criss-crossed lap while the soulful sounds of Otis, Ray, Sam, Al, and Percy fill the air around us. Instantly-- instantly-- her face soothes, her crankies subside, and she sits, listens, and learns from the greatest about love or heartbreak.
They are far better teachers than I could ever be, because what can a mom know?
As I type this on my red couch, Percy Sledge is telling us how he has been loving 'her' for far too long and Eileen is staring at something off in the distance that I have yet to see.
When she was a Poppy & a UBB, Michael Jackson was the only thing that could soothe the nausea that would not subside. Thursday night, a phone call from Husband enlightened his girls that the music had stopped. The King of Pop, the man in the mirror, the one that could thrill all, Billie Jean's lover was gone. Apparently the man who could not stop until he got enough, had had enough. I think this is what it must have been like for a generation before mine when Elvis died.
Played more than once by more than one band, Michael Jackson could be heard on a regular basis late into the night in Athens, GA at a little (big) hole in the wall (venue) at the edge of downtown. Last week- a fire ripped through the Georgia Theatre bringing an end to a rock and roll legend.
Every type of person in Athens took a turn at the theatre, from the rednecks listening to Kinchafoonee Cowboys and Robert Earl Keen (me and Husband- not together), to the hippies with String Cheese Incident and Widespread Panic (not Husband, not me), and every 80s cover band or original gone stale (um... yeah, totally me and totally Husband), to DMCB (yes, Dave Matthews Cover Band) and REM under a pseudo name-- everyone had a turn. It's where Come On, Eileen could be heard. And Eggs, Toast, Grits, and Bacon. And Gringo Honeymoon. And Crash Into Me. And....And.... it is endless.
And it is someplace that Eileen will never know.
And Michael Jackson will never have a live album that she will hear.
But she stays awake in the afternoons and kicks around her bassinet. She loves spitting up all over her dresses. Sometimes, we pull a little red out & just let her hang out in her birthday suit. Her favorite place is in the middle of me sitting "Indian style" (Is that PC?) or rocking on the front porch swing with Dad.
Eileen has also made several friends in this short month-- Mary Margaret & Clayton came over for lunch, we also met Carter Casella after he got home from the hospital, and while Reese was still at MCG- we went by and said Hello! She best learn her rules for football and how to play baseball pretty soon as it seems like she is going to be the only girl! That's where Ry and Dad come in- they are both making sure she is getting "raised right."
Apparently that does not involve a debutante dress, but a pair of muddy sneakers....