She's 17 months old and I took her to the dr. today. 26 pounds and in 18 month clothes. I took her to the doctor because she is especially ornery lately. Turns out it's just teething. Aye Carumba. She is SO much work right now. SO. MUCH. WORK. I am still appreciative, however that she is still a baby and she breathes like a baby and sleeps with her butt in the air even though she gives me tension headaches and dark circles and makes me eat cookies until I'm sick. This morning in my Barre3 class my instructor told everyone she didn't feel good yesterday so she "binge-watched Empire." I was so envious.
Charlie told me he hated me yesterday for the very first time. I told my sister and she said "is that the first time he's said that?" She has a 5 year old girl.
Charlie has a lot of girl friends at school and his vocabulary now includes the words "whatever" and "oh my god." That's Makena sitting next to him in both pictures. I'm sad she won't 'be in his class next year.
Charlie is almost 4 years old. He hates sleeping alone and needs me to lay down next to him as he falls asleep. It's really sweet how important I am to him. Tonight as he was falling asleep he told me he wants June to invite him to her birthday party and he wants her to come to his birthday party too. He also can't wait until her baby voice goes away and she has long hair and can sleep in his bed every night.
Right now life is simple and my family is great. Please give me the strength to leave my vanity aside and help me to do more yoga, to eat better and to go to sleep earlier. Good night!
