|don't you love Em's face--NOO LUCYYYYY|
Lucy learned to officially crawl not even a week ago? Or just a week. Whatever. And then, last night? Starts pulling to stand. STANDING. I know, God designed them this way and all---but seriously, this first year is insane. I forget just how fast it all goes and how one milestone is just on top of the other. Welcome to the land of head bumps and bruises.
Declan calls Monday nights my 'weekend'. Basically making fun of me because I don't go to bed at some ungodly early hour, and I stay up late watching my dumb chick shows (the bachelor), which PS: I was totally team Catherine by the way, and completely thrilled with the show on Monday. Ahem. I mean. I don't get invested in dumb reality shows. I do.
I admit, there is something that makes Monday a little bit easier knowing that I have a silly show to look forward to, call it what you will. So, what do I do now that it's over?!?
Does anyone have a dog with severe anxiety? Serious question. My dog is on-edge-all-the-time. He has issuez, with a z. I'm at my breaking point with him and I'm thisclose to being one of those people who gives my dog away. Probably not really, but yesterday? I was all PACK YOUR BAGS, DOG. He is completely irrational and harder than my 2 kids put together, I'm not joking. So, doggy prozac? Maybe? It will probably cost me an arm and a leg but may be necessary for mine (and his) sanity.
Super excited that I had the chance to join in at The Vintage Apple's, From One Mom to Another series today. I think you may like the post--so if you're looking for less hodge-podgy writing, I'm over there and would love to see that you hopped over and read it.