I feel a little blah about blogging here recently. The thing is, I kind of get the general idea across the board that everyone (okay not everyone) is in this state of funk. So I know I'm not alone. At least to some degree.
Is it because it's summer? I think that could be why. But it just seems like less people are around this time of year. Even I kind of pull back from reading and commenting as much, simply because I'm out there, doing stuff, all day long basically. And seriously, when the weather is awesome--who wants to be inside (if you can help it) anyway?
But still. I find it my responsibility to document anyway. Because the thing is? I suck at all other forms of documenting. A baby book? What's that? I feel guilt over this every.single.day so don't remind me.
Back to the case at hand. We're busy. But a good kind of busy.
Yesterday The Nesting Urge hit for the 2nd time. A few weekends ago it hit but I had pulled out my back (which sucked), so it ended up being me sitting on a chair, saying yes & no to random objects my husband was purging in the garage. Not exactly my idea of the best nesting day ever. But my garage is finally clean.
Nevertheless, it struck yesterday. Randomly. And prior to that I've done basically nothing to prepare for this new little one. Not because I don't care, because I do care--but because there is such a different relaxed pace about this 2nd child, and especially with her being the same gender. It's just so easy. I have so much stuff already. It's just a matter of getting it out, cleaning it, setting it up---you know? Then making a short little list of the things I should really pick up to have on hand, and a few things I should freshen up on. It's SO MUCH DIFFERENT than the first baby, when everything is brand new, and fresh, and you have 50 billion new things from your baby shower for your husband to build and set up.
I went through all the baskets and drawers in Emeline's nursery and started transitioning them into the Big Girl Room because we're getting serious about that transition this week. I went through the Sock Drawer From Hell and matched them up and separated by size because holy cow, that was long overdue. I pulled out bins from the basement of newborn clothes and busted out the Dreft detergent and started laundering all her clothes, blankets, hats, etc. The house currently smells like baby detergent and it.is.divine.
While going nesting-crazy, I had come across a wee little newborn diaper that was shoved back into a basket. Emeline took an interest to it and wanted me to help her diaper her 'baby'. Then, I showed her how to swaddle the baby. She picked the 'baby' up, started patting it's back and rocking back and forth like an old pro saying "oh, 'da baby, so sweet" and all this goo-goo, gah-gah nonsense that was cute as pie and ohmigoshImeltedintomyshoes.
I then had this little weepy moment about her being a big sister and how great she'll be, when seconds later I caught her standing at the top of the steps with this shady little look on her face. AndJUSTlikethat my "moment" was gone as she dangled swaddled 'baby over the steps as I hear her yelling "I THROW YOU!!!!!!!"
We will work on Big Sister 101 some more tomorrow. Ahem.