February Thoughts

After three months of beyond horrible naps (from learning to adjust without his precious binkie, we assume), James has finally gone back to being a really good napper (knock on wood). Hallelujah is all I can say!

James is sassier than ever these days. I would ask myself where such a sassy child came from, but I'm pretty sure the answer can be found in the mirror. His favorite song is "Jingle Bells" (yes, still) and he is semi-obsessed with Donald Duck and Chip and Dale.

He is increasingly loving his stuffed animals and has developed quite the imagination and friendship with a select few. He now can't sleep without at least two of them tucked in beside him. When we go somewhere in the car, another one has to come and he gets quite upset if they aren't "buckled in" the seat next to him. I'm sure anyone who walks passed our car in the parking lot and sees Mr. Bear buckled in next to the car seat has a good laugh.

One month from today I am going to be a mother of two. Heaven help me.

My Restless Leg Syndrome has finally subsided and I am starting to at least get small bouts of sleep now. Another Hallelujah to that one!

Apparently this baby is sitting a lot higher than James ever was. I have heart burn up the wazoo and every time I bend forward even the slightest bit, I come close to throwing up. Awesome. I also used to always find it odd when people said their baby was kicking their ribs because I never experienced it and honestly didn't even see how it was possible. I get it now. Ouch.

My birthday came and went. It was a good day. My only bday wish was to go to the temple, so Brian surprised me with a b-day weekend trip to Atlanta. Just what the doctor ordered. Gotta love the peace the temple brings.

Growing up, I always hated having my birthday on Valentine's Day. In fact, I usually dreaded the day. But I think I finally matured enough to be able to separate the two same-day events and just enjoy the day despite the fact that everyone else is also showered with gifts and attention on that day (I know, how self-centered does that make me sound?). I think I finally figured out that giving to others on that day does more to make me feel the love than being the sole gift-getter. Only took 30 years to figure that one out. I'm brilliant sometimes, I know.