For Me

If I don't blog for 6 (7??) months, I don't expect anyone to actually read my blog anymore. But for some reason I've been feeling like blogging again. I find it funny to see October 17th as the last blog post because it just confirms that was when I felt like someone put their foot on the gas and I just started trying to steer. I've felt behind for about 6 (7??) months, and while I don't feel exactly caught up now, I just miss blogging. I think I miss it because it's reflective and it makes me slow down for a few minutes and add some structure to it all.

No coherant thoughts, just a few random things. My baby is weaning from being swaddled just in time for the warm summer. I've loved that little burrito baby. It's precious, though, to see him asleep with his arms wide open like he was just thinking about giving me a hug before he fell asleep. There's something so... so... un-baby about removing that swaddling blanket. I think I'll hang onto the night-time for juuust a little longer. This guy is such a sweetheart. He waves and smiles at everyone like they are old friends, and like he's been saving that smile just for you. He giggles when I kiss him under his chin in just the right spot, and he has about 8 bruises on his forehead from learning to crawl. What a darling.

Lucy came home today with a be-feathered, be-glittered card for me for mother's day. I never knew I could get teary-eyed over feathers. Sometimes I still forget that Mother's Day is also for me. I still make sure that my mother and mother-in-law are honored, but it is lovely, lovely, lovely to have it for me as well. Guess what I asked for. A new toilet. I'm not kidding. I want one. I HATE our old pinky-salmony one, and it sticks out even more with its new white lid. Enough, I said. I want a grown-up, white potty. It's what separates us from third world countries. As a bonus, I think The Girl may actually have agreed to poop on the new big potty instead of always going on her little potty (with her knees sticking up to her ears, she's so tall!). And THAT, my friends, would be a Mother's Day gift indeed!

That's plenty for now.

Here, look at this: