It’s officially Christmas.
My Christmas present came a bit early, when I finally got the nursery functional and I got to A) sleep in a bed instead of on a couch and B) sleep in a bed with my husband, a perk I haven’t had since before I’d given birth. This also helps with my sleeping routine; instead of just not going to bed, we take turns with feedings. Oh so amazing, let me tell you.
When I was worried about losing my bachelorette freedoms before I had the baby, one of my managers calmed me by saying, “You will never remember life before the baby. Every day is such an adventure, you’ll never remember what you’re missing.” It’s exactly right. It drives me crazy to conceive that it’s only been two weeks that we’ve had this little bundle, because how did we ever NOT have him? You’re telling me it’s only been two weeks? But he’s got so much personality, so many faces.. only two weeks?!
We’ve been sucking at updating and taking pictures, I know. But with Christmas sneaking up on us (does it really come on the 25th? EVERY year?), we’ve been exhausted and crazy busy. But rest assured, everything is well. Tony isn’t doing any cool tricks yet (we feel like he’ll be crawling ANY day now), but he is incredibly cuddly and cute. Bryan and I are surviving, although we’re admittedly running on fumes. We actually had the conversation last night that, perhaps, we don’t need any more kids. This parenting crap is so tiring.
I hope everyone has a happy and fulfilling holiday, complete with family and food. I hope the holiday finds and leaves you safely, and that your blessings are too numerous to count. And, of course, I hope that you get at least one present that totally woofs your tweeter.
“And, of course, I hope that you get at least one present that totally woofs your tweeter.”
How about “Fruit Tree”, a limited edition box set of Nick Drake’s three albums, remastered on audiophile vinyl, plus a DVD documentary? Or “Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride”, a DVD about Hunter S. Thompson.
Ho ho ho!