I miss the fun of writing, writing for me, writing from the heart. I can blame it on summer and the kids and busy fun-filled days, but I’m sad that I’ve been neglecting the blog a bit. So here goes. Here’s what’s up with us.
I think I’m 29 weeks pregnant. I can’t really keep track anymore. Head isn’t down yet, as far as I know, but I’m now at the stage where I visit with the world’s best OB/GYN every two weeks. How did that happen? Is my pregnancy flying by for you? HA! Cuz it is for me and I know I need to relish in it because I’ll be missing it soon enough. Never again, no more babies, no more heartburn, no more maternity clothes.
Emily pulled out her tenth tooth today. The Tooth Fairy is close to broke.
Camp is over. No more schlepping every morning and I love it. Morning camp was way too short. By the time I got home from dropping them off it was time to turn around and go back to get them. I also spent too much time crushing candy while sitting in the car between the off-set pick up times. Verizon loves me this month. (Someone, please buy me the socks.)
I love my kids. I love the mornings. I love the down time and the snuggles. I hate bedtime and the fighting. I’m confused about all sleepwalkers living with me.
I drank hot coffee this morning and it was glorious. My bedroom was cold when I woke up (62 degrees) and I had on long sleeve jammies and covers pulled up tightly around my neck. I had the best night’s sleep in a long time. I better enjoy my sleep now.
Owen says funny things like breafthast, askident, and hedgephones. He’s fresh, but he’s pretty damn cute.
Aidan got his shots for kindergarten this week and didn’t even flinch. He’s my sweet, tender little guy who’s getting ready to go to school on the bus with his big sister. How has this happened?
I’m in love with the new physician’s assistant at our pediatrician’s office. I can’t get over how amazing he is with my kids. I love everything about him. Adam C at Westwood-Manfield Pediatrics deserves a raise and some extra vacation time. Thank you, Adam.
Our long awaited vacation to Cape Cod begins on Saturday. After months of searching and planning for the perfect beach vacation, it is finally upon us. The plan is beach, beach, beach.
We spent some QT with old college friends from MIT this past weekend and it was so much fun catching up. I love when friends can pick right back up where we left off.
Chris is losing weight and looking dynamite while training for his half marathon coming up in October. I think I’m jealous.
I haven’t a single thing ready for this new baby. Well, I do have a crib and a changing table and old hand-me-downs. Other than that, I’ve got a pretty big to-do list. Um, stroller, swing, breast pump, monitor – just to name a few. You’d think I had it all, but after three kids things are ruined, broken or pissed on by our late cat.
Career decisions. Big career decisions. I need to decide whether or not to take the school year off when the baby comes or return to work on February 28th when the littlest person is just four months old…what would you do?
I’m loving August. I hope you are too. We have plenty of days ahead to enjoy the summer and bask in the sunshine so don’t get all back-to-schooly and bad moody because August rocks.
I’m feeling great, but for the love of God, would you all please stop staring at my boobs. I know they’re large. xoxo