In the past week I have caught Virginia eating mulch, dirt, and dog food.
Virginia is in a Mama stage. It is very sweet and I am secretly loving it. That is, except for the screaming and desperately reaching for me as I leave for work in the morning. Walking away form your screaming child is so unnatural isn't it?
It is SO hard not to compare kids.
I am WAY more exhausted after a day at home with Virginia than I am on any workday. Even on the days where I go back into the office after she is in bed.
Ginny's s.l.o.w. progress towards truly walking is making me crazy. This is mostly because I am just anxious for her to meet this milestone and start to blossom in other areas, but also because she is ruining all of her pants and shoes. Shameful, I know.
I always feel like I am "cramming" for a test every Thursday as I try to fit in all of the PT exercises that I have forgotten about prior to Friday morning sessions. This is getting better as I find more ways to integrate the exercises into our morning routine because the evenings in this house are deemed a success if everyone is fed and bathed without any major meltdowns (adults included).
I long for the day that I can take a shower without having to toss bath toys out of the shower to keep V from emptying the trash, unraveling the toilet paper, and taking a dip in the toilet.
sippycups suck. Seriously... their only job is to NOT leak and all they do is leak.
Nothing to confess here... I am just proud as a peacock of this little girl