...(I get a lot of unsolicited advice. Most of which I appreciate).
So, this weekend is daylight savings, right? Fall back, right?
What's a mom of an almost-six-month-old-who-just-started-sleeping-through-the-night (praise Jesus, God, Allah, and the Three Wise Men) to do? Any tips for successfully transitioning? Because if it sucks, we might just stay on old time. We have clocks that we never change. They eventually go back to the right time.
My black heels underneath Charlie's swing last night
Every Monday and Tuesday, I take off the yoga pants and hoodies and put on real work clothes. I miss Charlie. All day. I think about the soft skin on the back of his neck. And his gut giggles. And I look at his pictures. And I come home and I love him even more than I did when I left that morning.
The black heels might be bad for my feet, but I believe getting dressed up these two days and going to the office is good for me. Something I've learned since having Charlie is the importance of keeping my sense of self. It's healthy for me, it's healthy for Ken, and it's healthy for Charlie. He thinks so too:
...(ok, so maybe for only a few days). But I still believe the motto "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold" is one of the best out there.
Yesterday, my dear old friends (I've decided I'm old enough to have "dear old friends") Cameron and Erin came for a visit with Charlie. We skated together for the better part of a decade, the better part of our childhoods. And friendships like that are irreplaceable. As was our fashion sense.
-When Ken came home from work today, Charlie was in his swing (he loves the thing, I'm pretty sure he'll take it to college). I was in the hallway and Ken said, "Laura, he's spitting up blood." Insert my heart in my mouth. I come running in. It's not blood, dearest. It's PRUNES.
-It was so warm today, Charlie spent the afternoon in just a onesie. Oh how I missed his fat rolls these past few weeks of wearing pants.
-Christmas presents purchased: 13 (today was a busy day)
-I went to the bank today to deposit a check and I asked for some deposit slips. The clerk gave me approximately 4,786 slips. Six year-old me, whose favorite game was bank, celebrated.
-And lastly, about Charlie's hair. I get asked at least once a day if he's had a haircut. No. The boy literally came out of the womb with a part that has stuck. His hair is awesome and fluffy and fine. I hope I never forget the way it feels against my lips.