I am so very happy to say that this is being typed from my overcrowded-with-junk dining room table in my very own dining room in my very own house! Ahem, I mean, our house.
Yep, that's right! Darren and I bought a house! It is a quaint little fixer-upper with tons of potential (and a few problems...sigh...). But whatever, it's ours!
Catch-up:
- My birthday was last week. Can I really be 25? That's so crazy! It also makes me feel a little weird to be a Mormon 25-year old with only one child...who is under a year old. It doesn't actually make me feel weird so much as it looks weird on paper. It's like I got married in my 20's or something.
- I set up out Christmas tree Sunday night. Gasp! I know, I know. Sorry, Turkey. Ordinarily I'd be on your side, but I think I've switched sides this year. Christmas decorations make me happy, and since setting up my home makes me very unhappy (packing and unpacking is stupid! Gah!), I needed the Christmas cheer. I also hate decorating for Christmas, so it's something to check off the to-do list.
- Emma came down with RSV last week, and it has been SOOOO fun, let me tell you. Tonight is the first night in almost a week that I put her down in her crib. She's been sleeping with us since she got sick. To her credit, sick Emma sleeps pretty hard at night, and any stirring can usually be quelled with closer snuggling or a quick ninny in the mouth. However, she's starting to feel somewhat better, and her *cry has returned, so I let her put herself to sleep tonight. Even if she wakes me up in a couple of hours, I am at least getting this Me Time to shower and blog. It's the little things.
- In the throws of RSV, little ones have a pretty hard time breathing. This was mostly manifest in my little tantrum-thrower's attempts to cry. She would get a good croaky cry for about 5 seconds, but then she'd give up and howl a small but passionate and high pitched howl (almost like she was singing) for the duration of her tantrums. These were often short-lived as well (girl knows the breathing is more important--kudos). I tried to put her to sleep in her crib once or twice, but I couldn't listen to her howl herself to sleep. Plus, I wanted to keep her close so that I could monitor her all night and nurse her as much as possible.
- I've learned a lot about the momma-doctor relationship. I do believe I can advance a point or two towards my Assertive Emily award.
- The people who lived here before us left several cast iron cooking items. I asked her about them, and SHE TOLD ME TO KEEP THEM. It's like she knew my birthday was coming!
- I'm really tired of being surrounded by the moving mess. Can someone just please organize it all for me?
- My kitchen is put together--most of that credit goes to my mom for deep-cleaning it for us before I unpacked everything.
- A great many generous people did so much and served us in so many ways during the moving process, from helping us move furniture, letting us borrow a trailer, helping me pack, and babysitting Emma so that I could get things accomplished. The only person in the list of services rendered who reads this blog (besides my mom) is sweet Sarah F (whose blog I haven't seen in forever, so I can't link it... what the heck?!)--anyway, shout out to her for being awesome!
- Shout out to my mom as well for providing us with meals for our bellies while our kitchens were out of commission!
- Emma will be 10 months old next week. WHAT.
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| This was taken last week in our new back yard :) |
