I'm fiddling around with blog design and as a result you may see all kinds of weird and not so wonderful things while I suss this out.
In the meantime, another list o'stuff:
1. Sarah has an ear infection. It's her first and I'm grateful we haven't had the problems others have with their little ones. My younger nephew already had tubes in his ears by ten months, and one of her little friends at daycare also already has them. So I can deal with one infection. John took her to the doctor and stayed with her yesterday; I'm taking today and working partially from home. (Thanks to my boss for being awesome in a not-so-awesome place and letting me do that.)
2. We signed a lease for another year in the apartment. There is much discussion of buying a house, but at this point I'm kind of loathe to start it in earnest, because that was the point at which John got laid off in Dallas and I might be a little gun-shy of making more permanent plans thanks to about three years of what felt like constant change for us. I'm the one woman in the world who is not chomping at the bit to buy a house and start painting, at least it feels like it.
3. It's been unspeakably hot here in Houston. We're talking melt your glasses to your face hot here. Actual temperatures over 105, so the Heat Index becomes inconsequential. When it becomes that hot, it stops "feeling like" whatever else you want to add and it's just a matter of which circle of Hell we're currently residing in. The weather guy says it's going to go down to 91 and might even rain. I hope he's not just yanking my chain.
4. I keep going to a particular university's website and poking around the programs they have available. I know it's probably daft to even consider it with a small child and a headache of a job and no idea how I'd pay for it, but it's a consideration. There's a lot rolling around in my head these days. I need something of substance to bounce it on.
5. Speaking of things I may be daft for doing, I also volunteered to help at the baby consignment sale the church I'm attending holds every fall. I'm also planning on getting rid of as much old stuff of Sarah's as I can, and considering that a head start on Christmas shopping funds. I might be able to see the floor in her big walk-in closet if I can get the clothes that no longer fit out of there.
6. Okay, so this list is getting out of hand but... how did my not quite a year old baby start wearing 18-24 month sized clothes? I mean, I don't want her to stay little forever and I know she's growing up, but geez... some of the stuff I have was worn maybe twice? There's a couple of dresses I know she wore just once. The next time I blink, she'll be in college.
8.30.2011
8.18.2011
Ten Months
Dear Sarah,
Today you turned ten months old. Last night you took your first steps in our living room, holding your Daddy's hands. It's hard to believe you've officially been outside Mama longer than you were inside. I used to kind of roll my eyes when people went on about how amazing it is watching their kids grow up, but now that I watch you, I understand, even though I do try to not talk about you 24/7.
Don't get me wrong, it's not always easy. Teething has been so hard for you, and it's been hard on Mama and Daddy watching you be in pain and only being able to do so much for you. Thanks to Cousin Robin we got hooked up with teething tablets, which are helping us all sleep a little better at night. And thanks to Daddy who reminded Mama that a glass of wine really can help me unwind a bit in the evenings so I can get rid of the tension of the day.
But overall you are a good kid. We have our routines down even better now since you seem to prefer holding your own bottle and eating with your fingers. You love getting baths and splashing in the water. You've taken to the pool almost literally like a fish and will probably be swimming better than me very soon. You laugh and smile; you charm the socks off people at the grocery store.
Now you're saying "Da-da" and "Ma-ma" a little more frequently, and we're working on teaching you "hi" and "bye" and the wave to go with it. You apparently decided to pray along with Pastor Jim at church during Communion, but no one seemed to mind, and most wanted to come see the adorable little girl with the rather embarrassed Mama in the back pew afterward. If we could only get you to keep your shoes on, we'd be in business.
I'm already getting your birthday plans underway, and will soon turn our office into guinea pigs for all the cupcakes and party things I'm planning for your big day. Your party will be on your big sister's birthday. Nina, Papaw, and Gramma are all planning on coming to Kingwood to celebrate with us, and even though it will be a small 'do, it will be rather special.
You are so loved, little Monkey. I hope you never, ever forget that. Even when we deal with the worst of whatever the twos and threes and tweens and teens bring us, I hope you know that you are here because you were wanted, and that you have been loved from the moment we saw a plus sign on a stick. I'm blessed beyond measure to have you.
Love,
Mama
Today you turned ten months old. Last night you took your first steps in our living room, holding your Daddy's hands. It's hard to believe you've officially been outside Mama longer than you were inside. I used to kind of roll my eyes when people went on about how amazing it is watching their kids grow up, but now that I watch you, I understand, even though I do try to not talk about you 24/7.
Don't get me wrong, it's not always easy. Teething has been so hard for you, and it's been hard on Mama and Daddy watching you be in pain and only being able to do so much for you. Thanks to Cousin Robin we got hooked up with teething tablets, which are helping us all sleep a little better at night. And thanks to Daddy who reminded Mama that a glass of wine really can help me unwind a bit in the evenings so I can get rid of the tension of the day.
But overall you are a good kid. We have our routines down even better now since you seem to prefer holding your own bottle and eating with your fingers. You love getting baths and splashing in the water. You've taken to the pool almost literally like a fish and will probably be swimming better than me very soon. You laugh and smile; you charm the socks off people at the grocery store.
Now you're saying "Da-da" and "Ma-ma" a little more frequently, and we're working on teaching you "hi" and "bye" and the wave to go with it. You apparently decided to pray along with Pastor Jim at church during Communion, but no one seemed to mind, and most wanted to come see the adorable little girl with the rather embarrassed Mama in the back pew afterward. If we could only get you to keep your shoes on, we'd be in business.
I'm already getting your birthday plans underway, and will soon turn our office into guinea pigs for all the cupcakes and party things I'm planning for your big day. Your party will be on your big sister's birthday. Nina, Papaw, and Gramma are all planning on coming to Kingwood to celebrate with us, and even though it will be a small 'do, it will be rather special.
You are so loved, little Monkey. I hope you never, ever forget that. Even when we deal with the worst of whatever the twos and threes and tweens and teens bring us, I hope you know that you are here because you were wanted, and that you have been loved from the moment we saw a plus sign on a stick. I'm blessed beyond measure to have you.
Love,
Mama
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