a big plate of nothingness

I keep thinking to myself, “Boy, I should really blog.” But I honestly have nothing to write about.

I wish I was an eloquent writer who could write about nothing and make it sound good. But alas, I am not.

So let’s see … Emma is in preschool again. Have I talked about that? See? I don’t even know what I’ve mentioned and where I’ve mentioned it. Maybe I should cut out some of my social bookmarks? Although I really only have 4, and that doesn’t seem like too much.

[her two trees … painted at school :: pink in her bedroom]

It’s been really good for all of us. Okay, as I typed that last sentence, I realized that I did post about her going back to preschool. Nevermind.

They are practicing for their Christmas program now, and she is coming home singing all kinds of songs. This afternoon, I was nursing Lucy, and Emma pulled her little rocking chair into the hall, sat down and rocked while singing, “Go, Tell it on the Mountain.” HALP! They’re turning my kid into a 70-year old woman!! ;)

She is spending more and more time in an imaginary world, and I love it SO much. She sits with her Strawberry Shortcake figurines or her princesses and plays out these elaborate stories. It brings back so many memories of my life as a child.

And when Lucy’s asleep, I join in – which she thinks is hilarious. But mostly, she just gets lost for a while.

Other than the one above where I asked her to look up at me, she had no idea that I was even taking pictures.

This is by far, the best and hardest and most rewarding and most mind-numbing age.

And then there’s Lucy. My little Lucy. Our baby girl is three and a half months old and is finally happy. The meds are working, the dairy free is working, and she is a new baby. I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing this is.

The crying. The screaming. The inability to EVER put her down. The pure exhaustion. It really took a toll on me, and I feel like I’m finally crawling out of a deep hole into the light.

Speaking of being in a hole … is it me, or did I just blink and wake up with a full-sized baby? Like not teeny-tiny or wobbly. A Big Ole Infant. Wow.

An infant who has discovered that she has feet. Two chubby stubby feet.

An infant who stares at her feet so longingly, it kind of makes me wonder if she’ll ever sit up … or if she’ll just faceplant into her feet until she’s a year old.

And can we please just have a moment of silence for these cheeks????

Momma makes gooooood milk, man.

Anyway, don’t forget about the Babies DVD giveaway … it ends tomorrow night!!

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