Ah, it’s old outside. Thank you, Lord. Really! Maybe it’s a first child thing or a persnickety thing – but I really, really like for the seasons to change when they are “supposed” to. I think that living in Tennessee made me a very spoiled girl in that respect. So when the cold, gloomy weather arrived Sunday night – you didn’t hear any complaining from me, just a “yippee! Fall is finally here!”
Now I get to really put away the unflattering summer clothing and pull out the forgiving sweaters. Yes. Can I get an amen?
Moving on . . . what a crazy couple of weeks it has been, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the holidays. Babies have a way of pushing all the turkey-basting, gift-wrapping, party-going craziness to the back of your mind and replacing it with attempting to baby-proof an entire house in a very short period of time without losing your mind. Oh, and joy – just the pure joy of seeing the delight in the eyes of a child who has had their first taste of freedom . . .
Last Tuesday, Lyla crawled (forward, that is) she’d been doing the backwards boogie for a couple of weeks already. Yesterday she pulled to standing on her own, this morning she cut her first tooth. I don’t know who’s more tired, her or me?
My motto for today: “Life’s a mess – roll in it!” Borrowed that one from my parents’ cow-pie loving dogs. I know. Ewww.