This is the sad state of affairs with the babe in the house. I have no idea how it's possible for such eensy growing teeth to have such an impact on the well-being of a whole house, but they do. Or at the least, they make the adults in the house very, very, very sleepy. Two molars, two incisors. one week. Poor babe. None of the usual tricks are working with my sweet Lady A, and so we've let go of trying to 'fix' and are just working on 'comforting'. She's on a 45 minute sleep cycle all night long, alternating between the only two things keeping her happy - Papa slings, and Mama's nipple, which are frankly, getting a bit tired. 6 years they've been working. Oh, did I say too much?
Oh! And this weekend we survived our second 'head injury' visit to the ER in six months. All's well, thank goodness, despite one scary night of waiting. The moral of the story is that I'm pretty sure all six year olds should be required to wear helmets all the time. Including in bed (especially when said bed is higher than 4 feet). It would make this mama feel better, at least.
Rounding out the family fun, I'm sick. I knew it was coming when I had a huge cleaning urge on Friday - vacuumed, dusted, mopped, I even cleaned the oven (is it telling that I needed a vacuum for this job?). That kind of freaky cleaning is a sure sign for me that I'm about to get sick. What's up with that? Apparently, I must supress any and all urges to clean and I'll never get sick. Yeah, I think I'll try that.
So the point of all this whiney rambling? There's been a bit less crafting time for me of late, and therefore the shop update I had planned for today isn't happening. I'm not complaining, just observing, really. It's all good. Soon enough, these moments that feel like forever when we're in them, will fade just as fast as they arrived. Teeth will grow. Concussions will fade. Colds will go away. The hum of the machine will be in full force again in no time at all. And, I hear that in a few years, we might sleep through the night once again (this, I'm waiting to believe). And by then we'll miss all of this - the crazy, hard, wild, and fun days and nights of parenting little ones. I try to remember this at 2am, when I wonder if I can nurse one more time...or at 2pm when I wonder if I can handle one more round of snack-play-pickup-read. It's all fleeting. It's precious.
I've added an About page, which you can find here. It's embarrassingly long (oh, can I ramble), but I was hoping to answer some of the most common questions I get and want to answer, but struggle to find the time to do so.
And hey - has anyone noticed we're almost through February?