We have a crawler on our hands. A legit mover and a shaker, y’all, and I barely can look away for even the eensiest second without my curious boy playing with the garbage can, Wyatt the dog’s food bowl (yes, that’s happened, and I’m considering it some kind of miracle that no dog food has made it into Lionel’s mouth…yet), the glass doors of our new TV stand…basically anything that little Lionel can get his hands on, he’s a-scootin’ for it.
Oh. And we’ve been sleep-training the babe. Let’s just say that the first night, this Mama CRIED some big girl tears, and Jordan literally had to hold me back as my little boy wailed for his Mama, my shoulders shaking with sobs. But here we are, over two weeks into this sleep-training dealio, and we have a boy who sleeps, BY HIMSELF, in his crib. Who goes to bed at 8:30PM, giving this Mama TIME. Time to myself, time to reconnect with my husband (lots of movie-watching has transpired), just TIME. Here’s to having time.
Oh, and what’d I do with said time? I read a book, y’all. An actual book. For FUN.
I highly recommend Kelle Hampton’s Bloom – can’t.get.enough.of.her.loveliness.
All this to say, my apologies for my absence around these parts, but sometimes, it’s like cleaning the bathroom: a necessary evil.
My boy snorts. He wrinkles his little nose and opens his mouth big and wide and lets out a little, adorable, grunting-snorting-noise that makes me melt.
I caught a snort in action the other day; check it out below. I die from the cuteness:
School has once again commenced, and I’m rocking out online classes this time around towards my MA in Secondary Education. I’m happy to say that all is well in the land of school, despite the incredibly ominous big-girl comprehensive MA exam that I have to take on January 26th in order to receive my MA in English. If you could spare some prayers, I’d love some – this test is going to be a beast!
Jordan and I are doing lots of dreaming and wishing and hoping and praying and planning around these parts lately – for our future and our little family, especially. There’s something about the dawning of a new year that stirs within me a desire to figure out how to make the hard things in life work, how to make things that seem impossible not only possible, but good.
Here’s to chasing the good.
I received some super exciting news last week, and after I iron out the final details, I can’t wait to share it with all of you.
But for now, thank you for coming back to this space to read my words that are seemingly fewer and farther between these days – writing provides such a necessary venue for reflection for me, and oh, how I’ve missed it.
Sending you hugs.