It took til the evening of our first day home before G decided it was time to expand her empire, so like in RISK where you sneak up then bum rush South America, I became her compensation fixation. All this time where I’ve felt upset how G drops me like a steaming turd as soon as Beckie walks in the room…ask and ye shall receive.

Its good, it really is. In the past few days i have realized that strength lies in bonds. The suffering is kinda nice, though maybe I am just saying this until the honeymoon and estrogen in the air wear off.   G is a ton of fun. We were in the hot tub today where she explicitly asked for a brewski (Bud Light) instead of a chocolate beer (Stockyard Stout). This is the biggest emotion-grenade in her life, how can I bail on a chick this cool?   As I say this, however, I can’t even begin to describe how nice it is to have Bette around and to just be able to let all this sink in without having to do very much.   I ain’t feeling guilty, my bondage is only a couple days away, and Granny is enjoying playing with her granddaughter. As for G, I will not let her face this alone.   All the times she’s trusted me to catch her falling…that was practice for me.

I’ve been sorta flailing and buying a bike and drinking beer and letting Bette help out this week, which i think is cool and fine cause dad needs a recovery too.   Bob and I have a burly big FAR ride on Somo planned for tomorrow. Tonight I figured out a plan for the next month at work, I’m ready to focus for awhile.

I’m also going to sprinkle liberal doses of all my weeks of time off and accumulated good will around the office like fairy dust.   I might even buy everyone some pizzas.   I need to make time to be sure my t.Human gathers her wits about her. It won’t be much more of an adjustment than an extra 2 hours a day just making her feel special, here and there, about the day.   Tonight my workout paused for 10 minutes of throwing her onto the bed and chasing her around the house until she begged me to stop – it was nice cross training for me too.   Moments like this will come up 6-8 times a day I reckon.

Thankfully she is old enough to have some sense, to enjoy her sister, to enjoy her own challenges.   Trotting her off to daycare still seems a little funny when we’re still at home, but the normalcy around the spoiling i’m certain is best.   The day after Alana came home, G put on her pants by herself for the first time.   The symbolism could not be richer, except that night she also first got out of the shower and dried herself off alone.     Twice the next few nights she peed the bed, then peed herself all over the bathroom floor.   The symbolism could not be richer.