At 7 months old she is still obsessed with the boob, hated sleep up until a few days ago, liking solids, loves her feet and can suck on her big toe like the best of 'em, can get to anything-she-wants-anywhere, is basically crawling, although it's slightly gimpy, goes from sitting into crawling position, obsessed with her big sister, sweet as pie, and captures the attention of all passer by'ers. How's that for an update?
I haven't gotten to talk much about my sisters wedding or the fact of just how stinkin' excited I am about it. It's coming up SUPER!SOON! (april 14) and her shower is this weekend. I've been working like a bandit trying to make it beautiful and add little touches, and it's one of those things where I'm praying it comes together the way it looks in my head, you know?
Her wedding is going to be amazing. I am under strict oath not to talk about many details--however, there is a wedding show that wants my sister, and it's all not "definite" yet--but, yea, there's a chance you will be seeing bits of her wedding on TV. That's all I can really say about that for now.
I will say, though--I feel like that means I should lose another 10lbs if the whole "the camera adds 10lbs" rule is legit, because, umm.....I want my potential 5 minutes of TV fame to be good, darn it. I kid, sort of.
Okay. My big girl.
Just this week she woke up from a nap, came down the steps, hugged my neck so tight and I twirled her messy-bed-headed-pj'ed-for-naptime-self around as she squealed, "Mom, I missed you so so much! I had such a good nap. I don't feel tired anymore! I'm all better!" And I just thought, DANG. My kid is so grown up now.
My little itty baby 6lb 10oz baby is a big girl. With big thoughts. Big sentences. A big heart. And, admittedly, sometimes a big attitude. I love her, so much. And it's absolutely insane how one second I can live in absolute bliss with her sweet little self, and the next second I'm all ohmygoshisitbedtimeyet?
You know what that goes to show me? That I'm normal. Human. That I have a toddler who's almost 3. If it was any other way I'd probably question myself. But the fact that one minute I consider giving her a magic pill that keeps her pint-size, and the next minute I'm praying for naptime to get here makes me feel completely normal. As weird as that sounds. Toddlerhood is way, way weird.
Wouldn't change it for the world though.
Lastly, I like you guys. I like this blog. I like to come and go as I please now. I've found a peace with that, and it feels---good. I really like to write, but not everything is going to be eloquent (okay, nothing really is), and perfectly thought out. Like this post. And many others.
It's obvious that I enjoy pretty pictures and happiness and small moments of bliss in my day. I'm also human and have flaws like whoa, and bad days, and yea. I think that's why we like each other, you and me. Because we can share that. The ups, the downs, and know it's all normal to keep in fine balance.
Just want to say, thanks for keeping it real, and letting me do the same. We're a good team.
I hope you have a fabulous weekend, and I really hope to be back with some pretty pictures of my sisters shower. Cross your fingers it turns out lovely :)