We're finally back into our groove.
Well, at least I am, anyway.
I was feeling pretty topsy-turvy there for a bit.
Not really comfortably seated in my new-but-still-my-old life.
It wasn't sad. Or bad.
But it just wasn't working for me.
I didn't really fit the right way.
For the past two weeks I've been trying to find my comfy little spot that means I'm good.
And I think I finally found it again.
Let's see...
This morning I found about $60 worth of beauty products in the toilet.
We're going on Day 10 of no (good) food in the house.
I ran out of Gain the exact moment I felt gutsy enough to tackle the laundry.
And yesterday, I got my first taste of projectile spit-up.
Well, I guess it would be my second first taste.
Thank you, Ellie.
And I don't mean literal first taste, because that would be gross.
But I'm sure it's bound to happen at some point.
Let's be real.
And, strangely, those events make me very, very happy.
(Well, except for the food thing. I like options...)
Yes. That's right.
Why?
Because, according to me, that means we're back to real life.
We've got an extra little puddle of baby to love on everyday now,
but life as we know it has resumed.
Willow was a serious booger for a good chunk of those last two weeks.
Like, to the point where I wanted to crawl under the table and just tell her to
leave. me. alone.
And cry.
Bad attitude, misbehaving, massive fits, driving my insane...
Yeah, serious boogerishness.
Willow taking a much-needed nap at the hospital. Being a big sister is hard work!
But now?
Now we're back to her fiesty-but-likeable attitude,
her funny little mischief that makes me laugh,
(but where she can't see me, of course)
her little spats that end with either a hug or big fat smooch on the lips,
and
she has made me fall in love with her all over again.
I'm glad to have her back.
I was starting to worry.
All the hospital craziness is over with.
We got to bring Ellie home.
We've accomplished the New Baby doctor appointments.
We remembered how to change diapers and work as a team.
Ok, pretend Willow is smiling and that the quality of the picture is a thousand times better...
The idea of our little family of four has turned into reality
and
I think we're rockin' it.
Wanna hear something super cute about the blanket Ellie's got?
Willow made it.
She sure did.
I had a small stack of little squares that I couldn't do much with,
so I asked Willow if she wanted to make a present for her little sister.
I gave her the stack of fabric
and told her to make a square without having any matching ones touching each other.
I sewed it all together, quilted, and bound it while she was taking a nap (it's very small)...
And there you go.
Awesome blanket for Ellie.
Willow is super-duper proud of it.
And I discovered that a stack of fabric squares keeps Willow busy for about an hour.
Everybody wins!!
