Haven't posted in awhile. Typing unhindered for anything non-school-related is... a rare luxury, these days. Half the time I want to comment on peoples' journal entries, or write one of my own, or, well, all sorts of things. But it's not so easy to find the time. Or enough free hands. Typing one-handed is a bitch.
In any case, life's marching on. Kassie will be three months on Saturday, and I think we're slowly starting to get the hang of this baby thing. I can't believe it's been three months already. Time flies when you've got a kid. It's sort of terrifying. She's growing up so fast, from the bitty, completely helpless little thing we brought home from the hospital to this small person with a personality all her own. And boy has she got a personality. She's been "standing" and "talking" for several weeks now, and when she's awake and happy she tends to seem a lot older than she actually is - just her sheer level of curiosity and alertness. At the same time she's a bit on the small side, somewhere in the 10th or 11th percentile weight-wise and the 22nd percentile in height, so when she's sleeping she looks a tad small and younger than she is. Clothing is awkward, she's sort of caught between newborn and 0-3mo, with the former being too small or close to it, while the latter looks goofy because it's a wee bit too big. In the mean time we just make do mixing and matching as we can. Though with it getting colder it's getting to be a challenge.
Here's some pictures to go with the baby news:
Smiling sweetly in the morning.
Her expression here amuses me.
School is hard. Or rather, doing school and taking care of a baby is hard. I love both dearly, but juggling the two at once can be pretty stressful. I've got a limited supply of energy and hours in a day, and trying to split them evenly has turned out to be quite impossible. I wish I could devote more to both, but I can't, and that frustrates me at times. Having to pass my baby off to someone else for a bit, or let her play by herself, or whatever, while I do schoolwork kills me. At the same time, I feel like I'm not putting my full 100% into my work as I'd like to. Sometimes I seriously wonder if I'll be able to pull this off, being a good mom and graduating college with decent grades. And then on to find a job...
Tonight I got two big chunks of homework done, and I'm pleased with it, and I'm exhausted. I have a fairly large project due on Sunday as well, which I've only just glanced over at this point, but you know what? I'm really bloody tired. I think tomorrow (or I suppose later today, since it's past midnight) I'm going to take a mental health day. I don't know how well that will work out for me, it tends not to, but I'm going to try. I'm just not going to worry about cleaning or school or any of that stuff tomorrow and maybe I'll even let Alex take the brunt of baby duty without feeling bad. that sounds pretty good.
In the mean time, bed. Ugh, it's getting too bloody cold here. I wish I lived someplace warm.