since having baby, I've missed home (and writing) even more. I'd like to think I would be blogging more if I were home simply because I would have the luxury of time.
And lately, I've just had all this time away from work. That's never happened, ever.
I'm envious of my friends living in Guam that leisurely drop their kids off to one of any of their relatives for offloading. Or those who casually tote their babies to the beach on a near-daily basis.
There also seems to be some sort of population-explosion of small human beings. Every one or someone they know is pregnant, newly-mommied, or surrounded by kids.
I've got two girlfriends with sets of 4. Alas, no one can beat my 6. (And I didn't even have to give birth to them all!)
That "leave-it-all-behind" call is louder than ever when all I wanna do is relax somewhere and bond with my baby. Or hang out with my friends and their tons of kids and their new babies. I've resorted to stalking them to stave off this urge.
Zamora Tessa Fabila Taylor will have to start from scratch when getting acquainted with Guam. She won't have any cognitive memory of it until she's of age to even appreciate it.
only on an uncharacteristically hot day in California, she'll be able to bare down to just her diaper where I would gleefully chime in, in my best baby-babbling voice that she's got her Guam suit on: nothing but her diaper in the intolerable heat.
Oh, the life of my California-born Chamorro-Haole-Filipino (CHAMAOLEPINO) baby who's got a whole life ahead of her to learn about our island of Guam.
