Today was the first day Isabel really starting walking, not just steps here and there. Last night she would string a few steps together and fall. Today, she walked from one side of the living room to the other.
Just like that.
Its amazing to watch her little mind learn how to move and put it all together.
The look on her face is priceless, she is so proud of herself and looks to us for approval.
Yes, I am a proud mama tonight.
There have been naysayers out there that say its all over now that she can walk but honestly, she has never seemed happier. Its fostering her independence and need to explore and I welcome it.
So HOORAY for Isabel, she walks..but still crawls faster!
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On a side note, Isabel starts back to 'school' tomorrow. I am feeling absolute dread. I don't want her to hate it but I know its going to be rough. Oh cue the guilt as I sit here putting together a list of to-dos for tomorrow. Lunches for all of us are made, her bag is packed but I need to write her name in a couple of clothing items, her bag is packed and I am pulling my stuff together and iron clothes. Yea, its fun! Haha
Praying that our day goes well tomorrow, I am trusting God can help her adjust and watch over her while we aren't together. *sigh* Its so hard to let go.
I do think that Isabel would be even happier now that she can walk! Hope that helps...
Lilypie First Birthday tickers
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Cherishing laughter, a gift from God
This week has felt especially challenging with Isabel having an ear infection, both of us starting school and Ladybug and Liam still healing.
Today, I feel reminded that God really does love us and He shows us through our ability to laugh.
Isabel loves to laugh and now she shares in laughter. Its infectious. She is taking steps and as she does she just laughs, giggles and smiles. Its the best. Actually, its hilarious to see someone so little literally run across the living room. She is just so proud of herself and I am too.
Tonight, I was giving Isabel a bath like I do every night (yes, she could skip it once in a while but lately, she's been messy at dinner and crawling in the grass. Anyway, I plunked her in the tub and let the water fill the big tub as she sat there. She giggled as the water came out of the faucet. She splashed around and crawled up and down the length of the tub. I was feeling especially hot and sticky from the muggy weather and didn't mind getting splashed. So, tonight I decided to splash really fast and we splashed each other. Each time I stopped splashing and started again it started a cascade of laughter that was infectious. I soaked in the moments with her in the tub and enjoyed it.
Earlier this week after a trying day J brought dinner home to help me out. Wouldn't you know J turned his back and Ladybug scarfed a beef teriyaki off his plate nearly whole. So, J took her to the e-vet just to be sure. I knew she's eated corn on the cob and other trash but I am sure she's never done this before. It wasn't a vet trip we wanted to make on top of everything else going on with our pups. But obviously, we would do anything for our furkids so we took her.
I was nervous, annoyed and tired and when J called to say how it went he actually made me laugh. Apparently, after x-rays and inducing vommitting, up came the stick with beef teriyaki still intact. J said, 'at least she won't get to enjoy that beef teriyaki'.....hahahahahaha! I just cracked up and we at least could laugh about it.
Honestly, laughter is keeping me from crying. Lately, it seems that its one thing after another and I feel like we could use a break. I keep reminding myself, God doesn't give us more than we can take but we are just at that breaking point. So, I will take the laughter where I can.
Isabel definetly brings the laughter and the joy, thankful for my beautiful and sweet baby girl. xoxoxoxoxo
Today, I feel reminded that God really does love us and He shows us through our ability to laugh.
Isabel loves to laugh and now she shares in laughter. Its infectious. She is taking steps and as she does she just laughs, giggles and smiles. Its the best. Actually, its hilarious to see someone so little literally run across the living room. She is just so proud of herself and I am too.
Tonight, I was giving Isabel a bath like I do every night (yes, she could skip it once in a while but lately, she's been messy at dinner and crawling in the grass. Anyway, I plunked her in the tub and let the water fill the big tub as she sat there. She giggled as the water came out of the faucet. She splashed around and crawled up and down the length of the tub. I was feeling especially hot and sticky from the muggy weather and didn't mind getting splashed. So, tonight I decided to splash really fast and we splashed each other. Each time I stopped splashing and started again it started a cascade of laughter that was infectious. I soaked in the moments with her in the tub and enjoyed it.
Earlier this week after a trying day J brought dinner home to help me out. Wouldn't you know J turned his back and Ladybug scarfed a beef teriyaki off his plate nearly whole. So, J took her to the e-vet just to be sure. I knew she's eated corn on the cob and other trash but I am sure she's never done this before. It wasn't a vet trip we wanted to make on top of everything else going on with our pups. But obviously, we would do anything for our furkids so we took her.
I was nervous, annoyed and tired and when J called to say how it went he actually made me laugh. Apparently, after x-rays and inducing vommitting, up came the stick with beef teriyaki still intact. J said, 'at least she won't get to enjoy that beef teriyaki'.....hahahahahaha! I just cracked up and we at least could laugh about it.
Honestly, laughter is keeping me from crying. Lately, it seems that its one thing after another and I feel like we could use a break. I keep reminding myself, God doesn't give us more than we can take but we are just at that breaking point. So, I will take the laughter where I can.
Isabel definetly brings the laughter and the joy, thankful for my beautiful and sweet baby girl. xoxoxoxoxo
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The first week of 'school'
Well, we made it...maybe it was by the skin of our teeth but we did it. Here is out it went
Tuesday morning:
Isabel- woke up extra early (of course) 5:30 am and so I had to rush to get ready and get her ready. She was sleepy but fought sleep the whole morning.
Me- I put her in the car seat and kissed her goodbye and she smiled and gave me a slobbery kiss back. J drove off with her and I stood in the driveway and sobbed. I didn't let myself get too hysterical because I knew I had to keep it together so I could work. The two pluses: It was a beautiful morning (its always harder for me to be sad on 'nice' days) and second I actually could get ready pretty quickly without Isabel and was on my way with little time to dwell.
Isabel- J said she snored the whole way to 'school' and he woke her and brought her in...she cried hysterically but after a few minutes they said she calmed down and J dropped her stuff off outside the classroom since she was OK
Me- I called 2h in and they said she had been crying on and off all morning...GAH. I knew it.
Isabel- I guess she stood by the window and watched the kids play outside and was distractable on and off.
Me- I left early and peeked in the window of her classroom and saw her standing up in the corner leaning on the window and it hit me: She is a big girl, a toddler almost. But she's MY girl. I was proud and in awe of her.
Isabel- When I came in she cried and once she was in my arms it was the happiest sweetest reunion with laughs and snuggles. The rest of the day was great!
Wednesday we had the day to ourselves and we had a fun morning and a playdate in the afternoon. Unfortunately, she's got an ear infection and the medicine made her projectile vommit in her carseat, yuck!
Today, she got up later and we did the same routine as Tuesday. She left and I didn't cry but was nervous about how day 2 would go. I was hopeful she would start to get the hang of it.
Isabel- Got to daycare after a nap in the car and when J handed her off she clung to him like a koala. That was the first time she ever did that to him. He said it melted his heart. She was hysterical. I guess she was like that on and off the whole time.
Me- I didn't call or email or anything. I needed to focus at work and I knew if I checked in I would be tempted to rush over and get her. So I came in and didn't see her in her classroom. She was with an infant teacher. She was stonefaced when she saw me. She was tired, in a different outfit and smelled of sunscreen. She was still huffing and sighning so I knew alot of crying happened. Once we were in the car she nursed and dropped off to sleep. Once on the way, I cried.
Am I torturing her? Will she ever get 'used to this'? Is she going to lose her trust in me?
Cue the mom guilt.
After she had napped she was herself and we ate lunch and did our normal stuff together, including playing with the dogs in the yard and a trip to Target.
Unfortunately, the medicine saga continues because I gave her a dose after dinner and she projectile vommitted in her high chair. Poor thing, she was scared and a mess so I stuck her in the sink and hosed her off before trudging upstairs for a real bath. As I write this I can just imagine my sisters cringing because they HATE throw up! Now that she eats solids, its pretty gross!
Anyway, I knew this was going to be hard because she's got to adjust to change and she's still learning that concept. Everyone says it will be good for both of us. Ugh I hate that, I know to some degree its true. At the same time, this part sucks and it would be so much easier if she liked it because then I would be fine with this. Its not that I LOVE having her need me every moment. I mean its sweet but tiring and demanding being the ONLY one that can soothe/satisfy her most of the time.
On the bright side, I was able to step back into work right where I left off. I even got a pat on the back and some encouragment from friends and co-workers. It felt nice and validating and at this point, thats really what I needed.
Tuesday morning:
Isabel- woke up extra early (of course) 5:30 am and so I had to rush to get ready and get her ready. She was sleepy but fought sleep the whole morning.
Me- I put her in the car seat and kissed her goodbye and she smiled and gave me a slobbery kiss back. J drove off with her and I stood in the driveway and sobbed. I didn't let myself get too hysterical because I knew I had to keep it together so I could work. The two pluses: It was a beautiful morning (its always harder for me to be sad on 'nice' days) and second I actually could get ready pretty quickly without Isabel and was on my way with little time to dwell.
Isabel- J said she snored the whole way to 'school' and he woke her and brought her in...she cried hysterically but after a few minutes they said she calmed down and J dropped her stuff off outside the classroom since she was OK
Me- I called 2h in and they said she had been crying on and off all morning...GAH. I knew it.
Isabel- I guess she stood by the window and watched the kids play outside and was distractable on and off.
Me- I left early and peeked in the window of her classroom and saw her standing up in the corner leaning on the window and it hit me: She is a big girl, a toddler almost. But she's MY girl. I was proud and in awe of her.
Isabel- When I came in she cried and once she was in my arms it was the happiest sweetest reunion with laughs and snuggles. The rest of the day was great!
Wednesday we had the day to ourselves and we had a fun morning and a playdate in the afternoon. Unfortunately, she's got an ear infection and the medicine made her projectile vommit in her carseat, yuck!
Today, she got up later and we did the same routine as Tuesday. She left and I didn't cry but was nervous about how day 2 would go. I was hopeful she would start to get the hang of it.
Isabel- Got to daycare after a nap in the car and when J handed her off she clung to him like a koala. That was the first time she ever did that to him. He said it melted his heart. She was hysterical. I guess she was like that on and off the whole time.
Me- I didn't call or email or anything. I needed to focus at work and I knew if I checked in I would be tempted to rush over and get her. So I came in and didn't see her in her classroom. She was with an infant teacher. She was stonefaced when she saw me. She was tired, in a different outfit and smelled of sunscreen. She was still huffing and sighning so I knew alot of crying happened. Once we were in the car she nursed and dropped off to sleep. Once on the way, I cried.
Am I torturing her? Will she ever get 'used to this'? Is she going to lose her trust in me?
Cue the mom guilt.
After she had napped she was herself and we ate lunch and did our normal stuff together, including playing with the dogs in the yard and a trip to Target.
Unfortunately, the medicine saga continues because I gave her a dose after dinner and she projectile vommitted in her high chair. Poor thing, she was scared and a mess so I stuck her in the sink and hosed her off before trudging upstairs for a real bath. As I write this I can just imagine my sisters cringing because they HATE throw up! Now that she eats solids, its pretty gross!
Anyway, I knew this was going to be hard because she's got to adjust to change and she's still learning that concept. Everyone says it will be good for both of us. Ugh I hate that, I know to some degree its true. At the same time, this part sucks and it would be so much easier if she liked it because then I would be fine with this. Its not that I LOVE having her need me every moment. I mean its sweet but tiring and demanding being the ONLY one that can soothe/satisfy her most of the time.
On the bright side, I was able to step back into work right where I left off. I even got a pat on the back and some encouragment from friends and co-workers. It felt nice and validating and at this point, thats really what I needed.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Letting go one step at a time: Isabel's first day of 'school'
Yea, I am struggling with what to call it. She is going to a 'day school' its more than a daycare facility. It goes up to kindergarten and they have an afterschool program k-12. So I guess its 'school' even she's only a toddler. Each room has a curriculumn and stuff they teach them rather than just play. I feel good about it because it has structure.
Originally the plan was to start her today 1/2 day 8-noon. Then Hurricane Irene happened and though we suffered minimal damage and no power loss my work was cancelled. How could I send her to 'school' when I didn't have something concrete to occupy my time?
So we made the best on Monday and she is going tomorrow morning.
Gah.
The anticipation of the unknown is always the worst in my book. On one hand, I feel ready to let go a bit...did I just say that?!
Well, yes.
For the greater good of finishing my dissertation, I can let go for 12h a week knowing she will play and interact with kids and teachers. I can do that.
The thought of someone else 'raising' her kills me though and I am greatful and thankful I get to spend so much time doing that. That is NOT to say that there aren't amazing caretakers out there that love the kids they take care of like there own but there is something about 'mommy care' that I relish.
I have been so anxious about my dissertation and my advisor has in a word been very patient with me.
Honestly, any sooner than now and I wouldn't be ready to do this. I am still not. Even as I sit here I am doubting this decision.
But, here is what I have discerned through my prayers and wisdom I have recieved from other moms.
This opportunity for me to go back AND find a center that would take Isabel 1/2 time with a couple of mom friends sending their kids there too just didn't happen on its own. God was is in it. He opened the doors I 'knocked' on. He is preparing my heart and mind for this because I NEED it big time.
Its been a heck of year and its not over yet. However, I know God has a bigger plan and though I have to 'give her up' for a bit, I know in the end I will always be her mummy.
So, tonight, I am packing her lunch and labeling her clothes and feeling very 'mom' like. Its a lot of work to prepare for in advance but we pulled it together.
Originally the plan was to start her today 1/2 day 8-noon. Then Hurricane Irene happened and though we suffered minimal damage and no power loss my work was cancelled. How could I send her to 'school' when I didn't have something concrete to occupy my time?
So we made the best on Monday and she is going tomorrow morning.
Gah.
The anticipation of the unknown is always the worst in my book. On one hand, I feel ready to let go a bit...did I just say that?!
Well, yes.
For the greater good of finishing my dissertation, I can let go for 12h a week knowing she will play and interact with kids and teachers. I can do that.
The thought of someone else 'raising' her kills me though and I am greatful and thankful I get to spend so much time doing that. That is NOT to say that there aren't amazing caretakers out there that love the kids they take care of like there own but there is something about 'mommy care' that I relish.
I have been so anxious about my dissertation and my advisor has in a word been very patient with me.
Honestly, any sooner than now and I wouldn't be ready to do this. I am still not. Even as I sit here I am doubting this decision.
But, here is what I have discerned through my prayers and wisdom I have recieved from other moms.
This opportunity for me to go back AND find a center that would take Isabel 1/2 time with a couple of mom friends sending their kids there too just didn't happen on its own. God was is in it. He opened the doors I 'knocked' on. He is preparing my heart and mind for this because I NEED it big time.
Its been a heck of year and its not over yet. However, I know God has a bigger plan and though I have to 'give her up' for a bit, I know in the end I will always be her mummy.
So, tonight, I am packing her lunch and labeling her clothes and feeling very 'mom' like. Its a lot of work to prepare for in advance but we pulled it together.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
What comforts you?
Here are my top ways I feel comforted when I feel stressed, anxious and overwhelmed. I have been feeling that way lately, but I am finding ways to get through it.
1. God
Of course I have been relying on God's strength to comfort me, especially during this last year. I can't say I always 'feel' comforted all the time but my faith in God is something I rely on to get me through
2. Ladybug and Liam
They are my constants, they snuggle with me and wag their tails and follow a pretty normal routine, eat, sleep, play and snuggle
3. Night lights
I know they are for kids but dim light in our room at night helps me when I wake up when I can't sleep, its comforting for sure
4. Dishwasher
Sounds silly but running it makes me feel like life is normal and routine. I have been known to run it with two dishes in it ;)
5. Pillow
Smell of my pillow, yea know when it comes out of the linen closet, reminds me of mom
6. Food Network
I watched this alot when I was in the hospital, fun shows, nothing scary for shows or anything
Can you tell I like routine and familiar?
I feel like I have been anticipating that the next couple of months will be stressful as I mark one year since everything happened with Isabel's birth and the aftermath.
Good news? So far I feel less stressed than I thought I would and its less scary than I thought so far. Of course the new stress of having Ladybug needing treatment is adding new stress but overall I feel like I am getting through it. Definetly am feeling 'carried along' by my faith.
1. God
Of course I have been relying on God's strength to comfort me, especially during this last year. I can't say I always 'feel' comforted all the time but my faith in God is something I rely on to get me through
2. Ladybug and Liam
They are my constants, they snuggle with me and wag their tails and follow a pretty normal routine, eat, sleep, play and snuggle
3. Night lights
I know they are for kids but dim light in our room at night helps me when I wake up when I can't sleep, its comforting for sure
4. Dishwasher
Sounds silly but running it makes me feel like life is normal and routine. I have been known to run it with two dishes in it ;)
5. Pillow
Smell of my pillow, yea know when it comes out of the linen closet, reminds me of mom
6. Food Network
I watched this alot when I was in the hospital, fun shows, nothing scary for shows or anything
Can you tell I like routine and familiar?
I feel like I have been anticipating that the next couple of months will be stressful as I mark one year since everything happened with Isabel's birth and the aftermath.
Good news? So far I feel less stressed than I thought I would and its less scary than I thought so far. Of course the new stress of having Ladybug needing treatment is adding new stress but overall I feel like I am getting through it. Definetly am feeling 'carried along' by my faith.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
When the news isn't good
Ladybug 7/14/2007 When we adopted her
Ladybug 11/4/10 Lounging on the couch
I can't hold my breath any longer and just 'hope' that things with Ladybug are going to be ok.
I knew as soon as I felt that lump it wasn't going to be good. Right there on her belly, hard lumpy little lump.
We were on vacation and I tried to convince myself that it was just a benign little lump. But in my heart I knew it was serious.
It seems like we are having an 'unlucky' streak.
This year has been one thing after another. I got a serious c-section infection that is so rare most of my nurses had never seen it in their 20+ year career but once before. Liam got a complication from getting quilled such that quills are still migrating out of his wrist joint and now of course Ladybug has a cancerous tumor but not just any tumor.
This mammary tumor only occurs 25% of the time and most of the time is benign. But not for Ladybug. *sigh*
This is where I could look back at this year and say 'boo hoo, why me God?' But I won't. If I did, it wouldn't be a very good showing of my faith.
I believe that as a Christian, I am not exempt from difficult times, even if they seem to pile up one on another for a year. Sometimes, these times are a period of testing a person's faith. Other times, it just it what it is and being a Christian just doesn't prevent bad situations. My faith this year has been tested and strengthened. I am trying to take the perspective that I have my faith and through tough times its my faith in God that carries me through. Where would I be without Him?
So, here is where we are. In a tough situation again. But I don't feel angry toward God for this year of 'bad luck'. I can't explain why its all happening now but I know that I am right where I need to be with my walk with God and I know He is in this.
Where do we go from here?
Well, the oncologist said that we can do chemotherapy and that will hopefully keep tumors from returning in the short term but in the end that this cancer will likely return in a couple of years and be what will do her in. That's the crappy part.
I had been hoping that she'd need just a couple of treatments and that would ensure it wouldn't come back at all.
Unfortunately, that's not the case.
Her tumor is rare because most dogs are spayed at 6 months but because she is a rescue she wasn't spayed until 2 years old. That greatly increasing the risk of this cancer. since its not well studied the oncologist was being cautious not to give us too much false hope but since it hasn't spread yet it could mean it could be at least delayed for a while. There's just not a lot of data out there to give a definitive prognosis. So I am hoping that this could mean she could have a longer healthy life than the oncologist can guesstimate.
I know that we are giving Ladybug the best life we can.
She we 47lbs, flea bitten, just getting over heartworm and had hookworm when she came to us. She has blossomed into a rambuctious, quirky, playful, loving and loyal girl who I love dearly. She's so intuitive. When I was pregnant she 'just knew' and when my incision opened she was trying to lick at it and I didn't realize till after she already knew what was happening and was trying to 'fix it'. I wouldn't say she's MY dog but I feel like we share a very special bond. She is my first dog, she has taught me how to love deeply and what loyalty is. She prepared me for being a mom (so did Liam with all of his antics) but truely she's one of kind. She was meant for us and we are meant for her.
We will do all we can to take care of her and love her and give her the best 'dog' life we can as long as we can and cherish the time.
Ladybug 11/4/10 Lounging on the couch
I can't hold my breath any longer and just 'hope' that things with Ladybug are going to be ok.
I knew as soon as I felt that lump it wasn't going to be good. Right there on her belly, hard lumpy little lump.
We were on vacation and I tried to convince myself that it was just a benign little lump. But in my heart I knew it was serious.
It seems like we are having an 'unlucky' streak.
This year has been one thing after another. I got a serious c-section infection that is so rare most of my nurses had never seen it in their 20+ year career but once before. Liam got a complication from getting quilled such that quills are still migrating out of his wrist joint and now of course Ladybug has a cancerous tumor but not just any tumor.
This mammary tumor only occurs 25% of the time and most of the time is benign. But not for Ladybug. *sigh*
This is where I could look back at this year and say 'boo hoo, why me God?' But I won't. If I did, it wouldn't be a very good showing of my faith.
I believe that as a Christian, I am not exempt from difficult times, even if they seem to pile up one on another for a year. Sometimes, these times are a period of testing a person's faith. Other times, it just it what it is and being a Christian just doesn't prevent bad situations. My faith this year has been tested and strengthened. I am trying to take the perspective that I have my faith and through tough times its my faith in God that carries me through. Where would I be without Him?
So, here is where we are. In a tough situation again. But I don't feel angry toward God for this year of 'bad luck'. I can't explain why its all happening now but I know that I am right where I need to be with my walk with God and I know He is in this.
Where do we go from here?
Well, the oncologist said that we can do chemotherapy and that will hopefully keep tumors from returning in the short term but in the end that this cancer will likely return in a couple of years and be what will do her in. That's the crappy part.
I had been hoping that she'd need just a couple of treatments and that would ensure it wouldn't come back at all.
Unfortunately, that's not the case.
Her tumor is rare because most dogs are spayed at 6 months but because she is a rescue she wasn't spayed until 2 years old. That greatly increasing the risk of this cancer. since its not well studied the oncologist was being cautious not to give us too much false hope but since it hasn't spread yet it could mean it could be at least delayed for a while. There's just not a lot of data out there to give a definitive prognosis. So I am hoping that this could mean she could have a longer healthy life than the oncologist can guesstimate.
I know that we are giving Ladybug the best life we can.
She we 47lbs, flea bitten, just getting over heartworm and had hookworm when she came to us. She has blossomed into a rambuctious, quirky, playful, loving and loyal girl who I love dearly. She's so intuitive. When I was pregnant she 'just knew' and when my incision opened she was trying to lick at it and I didn't realize till after she already knew what was happening and was trying to 'fix it'. I wouldn't say she's MY dog but I feel like we share a very special bond. She is my first dog, she has taught me how to love deeply and what loyalty is. She prepared me for being a mom (so did Liam with all of his antics) but truely she's one of kind. She was meant for us and we are meant for her.
We will do all we can to take care of her and love her and give her the best 'dog' life we can as long as we can and cherish the time.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
PhD Mama playdate
A couple of weeks ago I got an email from a mom that saw my post on the UNH jobs website advertising for a babysitter. She's a PhD grad student with two kids and she didn't want to sound stalker-y but wanted to let me know she lived in my town and did we want to get together?
How funny is that?
In this day and age I guess thats how we connect via email and FB and its interesting how it all comes together.
She's in a different department but she knows other mamas in our area going to UNH so we get to meet up on Friday.
Usually, this kind of meet up social situation would stress me out but I think it will be fun to meet other moms in my boat and commiserate if nothing else.
How cool is it she lives in our tiny lil town!
On a side note, as much as I HATE that I am leaving Isabel so I can go back to work p/t I am feeling alittle excited about finishing. Feels like its been a long haul and I did enjoy my 'life' prior to Isabel. I think it'll feel nice to be appreciated for my brain for once. Not that it doesn't take alot to raise Isabel but it can feel isolating and alittle hum drum sometimes especially when I have a baby that is very active and doesn't like to sleep for long. And oh yea, we don't have tons of money for activities so thankfully its nice out! Making the best of our week together before every thing changes gear next week. Kind of mind boggling that I haven't been to work in 1 year.
A PhD. mama playdate will hopefully start it off on the right foot!
How funny is that?
In this day and age I guess thats how we connect via email and FB and its interesting how it all comes together.
She's in a different department but she knows other mamas in our area going to UNH so we get to meet up on Friday.
Usually, this kind of meet up social situation would stress me out but I think it will be fun to meet other moms in my boat and commiserate if nothing else.
How cool is it she lives in our tiny lil town!
On a side note, as much as I HATE that I am leaving Isabel so I can go back to work p/t I am feeling alittle excited about finishing. Feels like its been a long haul and I did enjoy my 'life' prior to Isabel. I think it'll feel nice to be appreciated for my brain for once. Not that it doesn't take alot to raise Isabel but it can feel isolating and alittle hum drum sometimes especially when I have a baby that is very active and doesn't like to sleep for long. And oh yea, we don't have tons of money for activities so thankfully its nice out! Making the best of our week together before every thing changes gear next week. Kind of mind boggling that I haven't been to work in 1 year.
A PhD. mama playdate will hopefully start it off on the right foot!
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