I think it's time for another round, don't you?
I rarely finish tv shows. There's just so many seasons and the story lines are so insanely implausible (I'm looking at you Grey's Anatomy). Exceptions: Friends and Gilmore Girls.
Being a parent has led to some truly gross/lazy behavior. I wiped Bennett's nose with his shirt the other day because I didn't want to get up and find a cloth.
One afternoon I found Bennett trying to pry dried banana off the heating vent in the dining room with his teeth.
I eat too many sweets. I would eat sweets all the time (and carbs) if I didn't worry about my health.
I kind-of like working out (it allows me to eat more sweets ...)
The best part about going to the gym is ten-fifteen minutes of uninterrupted shower time. Thank you, child watch.
Sometimes I wish I didn't care about what we eat or where it comes from.
I love stationary. I have to stop myself from buying every cute card and thank you note set I come across.
If we ever move I would dearly miss watching neighborhood life out the front windows. Our living and dining room look out on the street. Some nights we have fabulous dinner entertainment.
Bennett doesn't nap nearly as much as he "should." I've stopped caring.
I can count on one hand the number of times Bennett has slept through the night. Last time he did I wound up with mastitis.
Sometimes I wish J had to do all of the meal planning, cooking and cleaning. Then I think about working full time and change my mind. (And J does help out around the house.)
I have a hard time remembering who I was before Charlotte died.
Decorations go up for Christmas. I do not decorate for fall or spring or Easter or St. Patrick's Day. And I really don't want to, but the fact that I don't have a "fall decorations" bin makes me feel like less of a mom.
My mom, dad and parents-in-law make our lives much, much easier. We couldn't have pulled off Bennett's first birthday without them.
I really, really, really want to grow our family, but I really, really, really don't want to be pregnant again, but I really, really, really want a living biological daughter.
I cannot believe I am preparing a speech for a memorial walk AND working on starting a babyloss ministry at our church. I never would have picked this path for my life.
I want to start a 'when dads dress baby' blog.
The best part about sleeping in on the weekends is waking up to the sound of baby feet on the hardwoods.
I wish early fall lasted forever.