When the Relatives Come...And A Little Fish

My in-laws announced they are coming in a month, which has set me into a crazy cleaning, planning, organizing frenzy.  I think I might be driving the boy crazy because their visit is all I can talk about right now and it might continue that way till they get here.  Yes, you have my permission to feel sorry for him. Maybe I am making it more complicated than it needs to be, but I don't think so...meals need to be yummy but simple enough that I am not spending  all day in the kitchen, we have to have a plethora of activities to do because sitting around our small house staring at each other with nothing to say is not an option, and as for cleaning, I can't have my mother-in-law thinking I am a lazy housewife.   I digress.

On another note, the baby girl has quickly become a little fish (and looks adorable in her strawberry bathing suit); which makes the boy happy.

Here is to keeping sane and many fun summer days at the pool!

Cold Turkey

I took away the pacifier.  She was waking up every forty five minutes to an hour and a half when it fell out at night.  She didn't take it well at first.  There was a lot of crying in my arms at  bedtime the first two days to the point where her voice was hoarse.  I cried along with her.  After the first day I asked my mom when I could give up and give her a pacifier to that her response was "parents never give up", not exactly what I wanted to hear.  Perseverance has paid off, however, I am a little worried I am going to have a thumb or finger sucker now...

Today, not that long ago

I met her a year ago today and am just as mesmerized by her now as I was then.  I had wanted her for so long.  It was exciting and shocking and scary all at the same time.  Now holding her in my arms as I write this, I still have those same feelings.  Every once in a while I look at the boy and say, "Can you believe we have a baby?" I am still in awe that I have the privilege of being her mom and that she is mine.  However, with that comes the responsibility of raising her, the thought of which leaves me feeling extremely inadequate.  As with all things in my life right now, I am taking things one day at a time, trying to savor each moment as it passes by.

Confession

I had a small breakdown at the end of last week.  I think it was mostly due to lack of sleep.  The baby girl has taken to waking up several times in the middle of the night for no reason at all.   I am hoping this is just a phase because this regression is making me a little too sleep deprived and slightly emotionally unstable.  After taking a nap, drinking some Starbucks, and buying a new skirt I am feeling much better.  Some people have a weakness for shoes, others for handbags or jewelry, mine is for skirts.  Hopefully the baby girl is going to decide she likes sleeping at night again or I might be doing a lot more shopping in the days and weeks to come.