Obligatory Update
I kind of cant believe how quickly time is just flying right on by.
Harland is 9 months old already. It seems like just yesterday Chris and I were standing in the kitchen freaking out of (in a good way!) over the fact that I was pretty sure I was pregnant. He is such an amazing little guy. 20lbs, 29inches long, and a 19 inch head. He has 2 teeth completely grown in, with numbers 3, 4, and 5 already poking through his gums. He can clap, sort of give kisses, hides himself with any piece of fabric you give him to play peek a boo, and cruising around like a maniac. Hes even able to stand by himself for a few seconds. You can tell he wants to walk, and I think it is coming soon. I am sooo not prepared for that!
I honestly never saw myself being a mother, but here I am a co-sleeping, baby wearing, breast feeding mama and loving every single second of it.
Work is still work. It still pays the bills, and it still makes me crazy sometimes. Ive got a really sweet deal going on though so I cant complain. Its also allowing us to move back to Pittsburgh, so I really cant complain about that.
Were in the process of selling Agnes the Mustang, and I am really sad about that. She deserves to be well loved by whoever owns her though, and we just cant take her out driving with the baby, so its for the best.
Ive been thinking a lot about my mom lately. I swing between being really sad and really angry. I am sad that she isnt here to see her grandson. That shes not around to cuddle him, and that shes not around to tell me what I was like when I was a baby. I get really angry that she was so stupid and selfish, and that the reason shes not here is her fault. Even if it was an accident, which Im not convinced it was, it was still drugs that she CHOSE to take. Then I get sad again, because if it wasnt an accident she must have been so sad and confused, and I didn't couldnt help. It is what it is, I guess. Its been 5 years. My memories of her are fuzzy, and that makes me sad too. I could probably go on for a whole 'nother entry about all of this.
Over all though, things are so great. Well be back in Pittsburgh near our families soon, were all healthy, I have the best husband ever, and Harland is just so super amazingly adorable. I couldn't really ask for more.
Harland is 9 months old already. It seems like just yesterday Chris and I were standing in the kitchen freaking out of (in a good way!) over the fact that I was pretty sure I was pregnant. He is such an amazing little guy. 20lbs, 29inches long, and a 19 inch head. He has 2 teeth completely grown in, with numbers 3, 4, and 5 already poking through his gums. He can clap, sort of give kisses, hides himself with any piece of fabric you give him to play peek a boo, and cruising around like a maniac. Hes even able to stand by himself for a few seconds. You can tell he wants to walk, and I think it is coming soon. I am sooo not prepared for that!
I honestly never saw myself being a mother, but here I am a co-sleeping, baby wearing, breast feeding mama and loving every single second of it.
Work is still work. It still pays the bills, and it still makes me crazy sometimes. Ive got a really sweet deal going on though so I cant complain. Its also allowing us to move back to Pittsburgh, so I really cant complain about that.
Were in the process of selling Agnes the Mustang, and I am really sad about that. She deserves to be well loved by whoever owns her though, and we just cant take her out driving with the baby, so its for the best.
Ive been thinking a lot about my mom lately. I swing between being really sad and really angry. I am sad that she isnt here to see her grandson. That shes not around to cuddle him, and that shes not around to tell me what I was like when I was a baby. I get really angry that she was so stupid and selfish, and that the reason shes not here is her fault. Even if it was an accident, which Im not convinced it was, it was still drugs that she CHOSE to take. Then I get sad again, because if it wasnt an accident she must have been so sad and confused, and I didn't couldnt help. It is what it is, I guess. Its been 5 years. My memories of her are fuzzy, and that makes me sad too. I could probably go on for a whole 'nother entry about all of this.
Over all though, things are so great. Well be back in Pittsburgh near our families soon, were all healthy, I have the best husband ever, and Harland is just so super amazingly adorable. I couldn't really ask for more.