It's February!! Yayy!! That means only one (short) month until March. And in March I can start anticipating warmer weather, taking the girls OUTSIDE and the end of cold and flu season! And now that Jamie's no longer a slave to tax season, we can enjoy the warm weather as soon as it comes instead of waiting until after April 15th!
February, I'm so glad you're here. Please go away quickly.
She's turning into a little person and starting to show some personality. She's mostly super laidback and happy and very quick with a smile. Although she will NOT giggle for me! I keep trying though. We haven't started any cereal yet and I don't plan on it for a couple more months as long as she's growing. Food is so much more work than just nursing!
She loves her big sister, but not as much as her big sister loves her! She puts up with lots of not-so-gentle hugs and kisses and very rarely gets cranky about it. They also like to dance together which is too cute! I hold Brooke up and Anna grabs her hands and starts dancing. I don't think she gets why Brooke doesn't join in.
This time last year I didn't even know I was pregnant yet, and now I can't imagine our lives without our Brookie beans!
P.S. Blogger seems to be letting me add pictures again so I will try to go back and catch up on Brooke's monthly updates!
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Yesterday after church Jamie went to the grocery store for me. Because I loathe the grocery store. So I made him a list and he did the shopping. After he got home, I realized I'd forgotten to plan anything for dinner. So he went back to the store to pick up something for us to eat and then came home and cooked it. As he cooked, I sat at the kitchen island and talked with him. "Sorry I stink at wifehood," I said. He replied, "It's alright. I'm pretty awesome at being a husband so we average out ok."
The man has never suffered from a lack of self-confidence!
Jamie and I were talking last night and I asked him how he feels about being married to a 29-year-old. Twenty-nine. It sounds so old. He reminded me that 29 is not yet 30 (he's so wise). I told him I feel like 29 is a bigger deal than 30. This is the end of my 20s. The end of an era. Well, a decade really. Next year will be the beginning of a whole new era. I feel like in your 20s you become a grown-up. Finish college, get a real job, leave your first real job, get another real job, get laid off from that job, get yet another real job, get laid off again (maybe that's just me), get married, start a family, buy your first home. I mean, a decade ago I was a kid. And now I have kids.
Next year, when I turn 30, I feel like I'll be celebrating the beginning of a new phase of life. I can't wait to see what my 30s have in store! Thirty feels like the start of a new adventure. I won't be a new graduate, a newlywed or a new mom. I won't be "new" anymore. I'll have some experience under my belt. It's like graduating from Adult 101 and enrolling in Adult 201. Sophomore grown-up. I'll still have a lot to learn before I'm considered an upperclassmen, but I'll at least know my way around campus.
Thirty feels like the start of something new, but twenty-nine? For some reason, that feels like an ending. And as excited as I am to find out what this year holds for me, I feel a little sad about saying good-bye to my 20s. I guess I better live it up and make sure I finish up my 20s in style!
Update: Annnnnnd I'm a moron. It took me two weeks - TWO WEEKS - to realize we move the clocks BACK in the fall. When I pointed this out to Jamie he said, "Yeah I know but you seemed so convinced..." By then I'd already adjust Anna's bedtime forward by 30 minutes and I just decided to move it back to 8 and we'd cross our fingers and hope she did ok come November 4th. And she did. We're up earlier than I'd like to be, but bedtime is no problem. Hopefully she'll start sleeping until 8 again soon! And we'll try this again in the spring when it actually makes sense!
This week Anna is going to bed at 8:00 PM.
Next week she'll be going to bed at 7:45.
The week after, 7:30.
And the week after that? 8:15.
Why the crazy moving around of our one-year-old's bedtime? Are we trying to punish her and ourselves by deliberately keeping her from a routine?
No, of course not.
Two weeks from now, on November 5th, Daylight Savings Time ends. Which means if we weren't being all crazy about her bedtime now, it would go like this:
This week, bed at 8. Next week, bed at 8. Week after that, bed at 7.
The clock on the wall might say 8, but her little internal clock would be saying 7 and we don't think she'll just adjust automatically once we explain Daylight Savings Time to her. Of course I'd have to have someone explain it to me first. Why do we do this?
Anyway, our hope is that by moving her bedtime up by 15 minutes for the next few weeks that Daylight Savings Time will be a lot easier to manage this time around. I'll be doing it in the morning, too. She usually sleeps about 12 hours at night, so I'll be getting her up at 8:00 this week, 7:45 next week, 7:30 the next, then 8:15 and then 8:00. We'll be a little more lenient on that end, though. I'm not planning on rousing her from a deep sleep just because the clock says so or leaving her crying in her bed half the morning because it's not officially time to get up.
I can't take credit for the idea; it was all my Mom's, but I thought it was brilliant when she shared it with me. I figured if I was grateful for the idea you might be too.
I'll let you know in a few weeks how well it worked!