Marching On

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Now, how am I supposed to do anything with that face looking at me?

Did I tell you how Hannah has learned to use her rocking chair as a step stool? Because she has. She likes to stand up on the seat, grab the back of the chair, and shake it. That naturally turned into standing seat of the chair to reach things. Which progressed to standing on the seat of the chair to then climb over the back of the chair to get onto taller things. Baby genius.

Work continues to move along. Just when I started to feel knowledgeable about something, I got an email that makes me question everything. It’s still hard, but it’s getting easier.

The house is starting to fall apart again. We just can’t keep up with all the dishes and laundry and picking up after Hannah whose favorite game is empty everything onto the floor! It would be magic if Shelby cleaned the whole house while Hannah and I were on our trip, but I’m not gonna set up any expectations. I’ll just drop some hints and see how we go.

The most adorable face just woke up. So I better go check on her. She has the most epic sad face too, and that one is even harder to ignore.

Brain Dump

Just gonna throw a bunch of random information out there without really explaining cuz I can.

  1. I have got to stop treating Wednesday night like it is Friday night. Just because I get an extra 30 minutes to sleep in on Thursday does not mean I should stay up past midnight. Ration that better.
  2. I almost fell in the shower yesterday. We need some kind of slip guard thing.
  3. I almost fell getting out of the shower yesterday. Cuz I’m amazing.
  4. Little Foot tortured two cicadas to death on the porch last night. On the one hand, it was kinda badass watching as he leapt and flipped and pounced. On the other hand, he did the whole pop it in your mouth, puncture its body with your teeth, spit it out and bat it around cat thing. But I guess that’s what they get for being on the porch.
  5. Hannah woke up an hour early this morning.
  6. Lynn came over this past Saturday, Natalie is coming over this coming Saturday, and I think Geraud is coming over the Saturday after that. Holy crap I might actually be making friends with people.
  7. I still sometimes feel phantom kicks in my belly. I read about it on the google. Its totally a thing.
  8. I have at least 3 songs running through my brain right now. Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk, some new song about Lightning, the stupid start-up to Hannah’s farm toy (Welcome to our learning farm, we have lots to show you. Shapes and colors music too, there’s so much to do.) and Stressed Out. It’s kinda crowded in there.
  9. Lots of people have been sick lately, I wonder if I can just “call in sick” on my work from home day.
  10. When she can, Hannah has totally started isolating herself to poop. It’s kind of adorable in a way that probably only parents can understand.
  11. I’m flying for Labor Day. With Hannah. OMG it’s gonna be great (rolling eyes so hard.)
  12.  It takes about 4 hours to mow my entire yard – front and back.
  13. How bout those Olympics huh? Huh? Amirite?

Ummmm…

Halfway through August and I am left feeling just as scrambled and out of sorts as the month Hannah was born. I constantly remind myself that I need to get this birthday present, send that Thank You card, and then get completely distracted by the billion tiny things my over anxious self can’t stop stressing about. I’m frustrated about the laundry, the dishes, the yardwork, the work work, and I can’t turn any of it off. So Caki, Liam, both middle children, I haven’t forgotten that I owe you birthday gifts, or cards for that matter. I promise I still love you. I’d say expect something soon, but then I’d let another month go by and everyone would just feel bad. I’ll say thank you for your continued patience and expect a birthday present before Christmas.

Holy crap Christmas.

Another big important person at work just quit. Trying to find people to cover her work is not going to be pretty. My lead PM for most of my studies is taking two weeks off. She lives in a country where that is the norm, she got two years paid for maternity leave. I’m happy for her, but that means the next two weeks are basically going to be horrible. And Shelby has rehearsal almost every night so it’s not like I can stay late to get caught up on anything.

Speaking of, Shelby is in rehearsal every night for what seems to be a very exciting and hilarious adaptation of “The Scottish Play”. Macbeth. Its set in a 1960s (?) accounting firm in Wichita, Kansas. Should be pretty good.

Since you’re dieing to know, I’m doing pretty well on the weight thing. It still fluctuates a bit too much for my liking, and still causes me great grief when I’m feeling sensitive about life generally, but I am making progress. I’m at 8 pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight. So while that is good, and steps in a positive direction, that still means I am 18 pounds from my ideal weight. I have lost 37 pounds since her birth 9 months ago. That’s an average of 9 pounds/mo but we all know most of that happened when I popped out an 8 pound baby and assorted goodies. But positive thinking, I could be at my ideal weight in the next 2 months. Or I could continue to lose and plateau and almost get to my goal but never quite make it. I am trying to be ok with that. I am much more ok with myself than I was before. Until I see a picture or video. And then I can’t decide if I want to fast for a week, or binge eat a box of doughnuts.

I’m tired. She’s finally napping a bit, and I have laundry half done. I am so tired of having everything half done. So I’ll wrap up this super up-beat post and go put Olympics on in the background of my epic pity party.