It’s been over two weeks since my last post.  Feels more like twelve.  I’m still trying to find my groove.  Taking care of a baby around the clock is much harder than I remember.  Max is nothing like Mia was. 

Turns out, Max isn’t much of a sleeper.  He sucks down four onces every two hours and usually wants more.   His appetite is insatiable and he doesn’t much like to be put down either.  Sleep deprivation is a bitch. Allow me to elaborate……

This morning I poured milk into a bottle that did not have a liner in it.  Awesome

Yesterday I poured coffee in Mia’s sippee cup.   Even more awesome.  She gagged something aweful and looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. I assured her I had in fact lost my mind, and she proceeded to give me go-to-hell looks the remainder of the morning.

The other day, I was sitting at an intersection in Amarillo and watched the light go from red to green and back to red again without moving.

Not a very popular move it turns out to sit through a green light in mid-day traffic. 

This semi catatonic state has got to end before somebody gets hurt.

Sweet Jesus I need some sleep.

Max is almost 7 weeks old, and we’ve been home 5 of those weeks.  He is healthy and happy, and I am head over heals in love with him.  Every day that goes by I pray for patience and some sort of continuity.  Some days have harmony.  Most don’t, but I am so grateful. 

I did my first 5k ever this month. 6 weeks after a c-section no less.

I walked it.

I about died.

I need my head checked. 

I need a tan.    (Not as bad as Troy however, whose legs are cropped intentionally)  You’re welcome Troy.

I need Uncle Jason around more often….

I need to bake with Mia more often……and leave the dishes for later……

Love more often…….

 

I recently stumbled upon this quote….I need to read it aloud every morning.

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.  It turns what we have into enough & more.  It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion to clarity.  It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger  into a friend.  Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace to today & creates a vision for tomorrow.

 Most of all I am grateful that kids survive mothers like me.

Love,

Lacee