So, I have this back issue. It's reoccurring, but it's way worse since after having a baby. Basically, every few weeks or so my lower back literally goes out. I'm like an old person, I realize this. It's NOT cool though, and especially not cool when your baby weighs 18 1/2 lbs and needs to be toted around often.
I've gone to chiropractors in my lifetime. They all say the same thing. They give me a booklet of dumb exercises to do, and it really doesn't help. Honestly? I think my "core" is all sorts of weak (especially after everything being all loose and stretched out from having a kid inside), and it makes those muscles suck at doing their job. But really? I'm sure there is more I could do. Iinstead it gives me an excuse to sit on my butt every few weeks and whine about my back while the husband does all the nightly duties. Hey, there's always a silver lining.
The last two weeks have been off the chain with "baby milestones" and all that bee-ess. [I must say, I do not look at those milestone charts (here's lookin' at you, Linds! ha). I just don't.I don't want to compare my kid to anyone else. So, honestly? I don't really have any clue what's on target, what she's behind in, what's ahead, or WHATEVER THAT MEANS. Because, who cares. They eventually get it, right?] Anyway.
These last two weeks, though, I swear Emeline has been doing something new and fun everyday. Declan gets home from work and before he can even take his jacket off I'm shoving my iPhone in his face showing him videos of the latest thing she did. Yup. That mom. I am.
So...its been crawling, clapping, pulling up on things (omg. THE STEPS. All.the.time.), and now? Wet, slobbery, open-mouth kisses. Be still my heart. Be still.
This is just all too much. Too fast. Slow down, life.
I am willing to bet it is physically impossible to get out of Target without spending less than $75. JUST TRY. I bet you can't.
I mean, groceries, cute adult clothing, baby clothes/diapers/gear for cheap (that add up like whoa), and every household necessity you ever needed under one roof. Really. Completely impossible.
Weekends are back around here. Remember when I mentioned how my husband had been working insane amounts of hours and overtime on weekends and such because of the busy season? Well, they're still busy--but, hallelujah he get's to spend some Saturday's with us now.
May not seem like a big deal, but it totally is to me. Makes me warm and fuzzy and happy just knowing he gets to spend that whole day with us. It's the little things.
So, on that note--here's to hoping fabulous weekends are in order for all.