Here are some recent layouts I did. The first few aren't my favorites. I used a "Six Minute" kit I'd purchased at Wal-mart. The paper is flimsy, and the overall quality is average, but whatever. It's nice to just get some stuff done and feel like I've accomplished something.
I had Greta's Bum Geniuses converted from velcro closures to snap closures. I found this fabulous girl on Diaper Swappers, and she did an amazing job. No more velcro-snagging. Yay!
in the simplest of things.
who made me a mother.
It's Sunday night, and it's drizzly and yucky outside here. That's November weather in St. Louis -- 70 degrees and sunny one day and cold and wet the next. Bleh. While I'm not all too thrilled with the quickness of the weekend, or for November, for that matter, I must remember the things I AM thrilled about. This weekend in particular I feel blessed...
Helped a friend with her baby registry at Babies 'R Us. Feeling SO THANKFUL that I never have to enter that store as a first-time parent EVER. AGAIN. I hate that place.
Had coffee with a friend and discussed that maybe we're getting old because we now like getting up early like old people do? Reading the newspaper, watching the news on TV -- that's what we like. And so do old people. Thankful for open-minded friends, hot tasty oatmeal, and Companion bread.
Had cousins over for dinner. Thankful for a husband who rocks at making spaghetti and meatballs, but even moreso thankful for that same husband who let me get TWO TWO-HOUR naps this weekend. Priceless. Thankful for the cousins who are more like friends who brought over a tasty Federhofer's cake to share. YUM.
Thankful for a little me-time but thankful to get back in the swing of things and play with the little girl who currently refuses most foods and only nurses and eats American process cheese. And cake. Or brownies.
Thankful for the world's sweetest dog who doesn't like to listen to me when she's fleeing the front yard and I'm yelling, white trash-style PAYTON, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. But she loves to snuggle, and she sure is soft.
Thankful for Eric's family who have always treated me like their own. They know I'm quirky and sometimes obsessively crazy, but they love me just the same. Or at least they do a really good job of acting like they do, and hey, I'll take what I can get.
All in all, the weekend was dandy. Unfortunately, weekends, like all good things, must come to an end. And while Mondays aren't my favorite of days, they're inevitable, and a Monday as tomorrow is better than no tomorrow at all, right? That's what I'm telling myself.
I went upstairs to grab Henry from his morning nap, and I left Greta downstairs. Momentarily.
And I'm not sure when I'll throw it away. I might just keep it there for the month as a reminder. So blessed. So thankful. So grateful. So relieved. It could have been so worse. She didn't have a scratch or cut on her. I can't stop saying THANK YOU, GOD.
Life has been so busy lately. Seemingly routine tasks like putting away folded laundry and emptying the dishwasher have turned gruesomely exhausting, much like writing a 30-page research paper where you must break the process into steps if you've any expectations of ever finishing ANY part of it. That's us. Put the socks away one day and three days later, when searching for clean undershirts, dig for those in the basket on the floor in the corner of the bedroom. Oh, and while you're at it, you might find a sippy cup that you forgot to take downstairs and set in the kitchen sink five days ago. But you forgot because, well, the phone rang, and then the DVR was asking if you wanted to keep Dancing with the Stars, and the microwave was beeping because the steamed corn you put in there ten minutes ago was cooked. Cooked. Much like my little noggin these days.
and I had no control over anything at that point.
I'm 31 years old. I'm not sure what music I'm supposed to be liking and listening to at this stage in my life, but I'm kinda embarassed to admit that I like Miley Cyrus' music.
I said it.
A few weeks ago, I heard a radio deejay talking about how there is an "elite" group of adults that identify themselves as GFMs -- Grown-ups for Miley. I'm shuttering with embarassment to even admit this, but at the moment I heard that, I didn't feel so bad, like I was the only dork above the Hannah Montana-aged audience who enjoyed her some Miley. I like Miley's stuff. That song about what she hates about you and then the song about the climb, and all the other ones.
Tonight, I'm driving home, singing along to Miley's song about waving her hips like yeah and how this can't be a Nashville party and blah blah blah there's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, I don't even really know the words. But the song makes me happy.
And tonight, I'm overly thankful and appreciative of being able to sing in the car, windows tightly rolled-up, making sure that absolutely NO ONE knows that I am rocking out to Miley.
It's the second day of November, and it's the second day of my little self-challenge, where my goal is to blog once a day about something I'm thankful for. Here it is, just a bit after nine in the evening, and I'm racking my brain to find something to write about. What am I thankful for? What happened today that made me pause for a moment and realize, damn, I'm lucky?
The truth is, not one major thing happened today. I woke up this morning on my own, not in response to a restless baby or to a snoring husband. I started my day with a hot shower. I didn't lose much hair while shampooing, and that's a great way to start the day, considering lately I've been having some issues with hair loss (from hormones? stress?). Henry, the little boy I babysit arrived, and he's always got a smile on his face, and I love that. Greta and he played in the morning, until they both laid down for naps. Unlike most days, I took a nap at the same time as they, and it was bliss. After lunch, we spent the afternoon walking around the neighborhood, soaking up the sun and breathing in the gorgeous weather. Henry went home. I checked e-mail while Greta played in her crib. My mother-in-law came over to watch Greta while I went to the chiropractor. She folded my laundry (THREE loads!!!) while I was out. I came home to Greta running up to me and hugging my leg. My husband and I ate salad for dinner. We played with Greta until she went to bed. And now I'm heading to bed, off to finish the book, "The Invention of Hugo Cabret."
Sometimes, I think gratitude is merely a series of the little things, a compilation of all the things that went right, when they could have gone wrong. I think sometimes we, as human beings, only notice things when they go wrong. Before I pop an Ambien and head to bed for the night, I'm taking a moment right now to be thankful for an uneventful day, for all the things that went right, when they could have gone wrong.
I'm just spent.