This week I turned 29. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking for a difference like I did when I was a kid. There was no difference. 29 seems so much older than 28. 29 is almost THIRTY. I feel good about where I am in my life right now (especially since the mirror didn’t display any sudden crow’s feet or grey hair on my birthday). I feel like people tend to use 30 as a deadline...
I don’t know when you stop counting months, but as long as Beatrice continues to make large stride each month, I’m going to keep recording her developments. She seems to be growing like a weed. She’s finally getting too long for sleepers that she has been wearing FOREVER. She popped out 4 molars in a week, bringing her tooth count to TEN – 4 molars, 4 on top in the front, and two little front...
A few weeks ago I went away on a girls week - no boys, no babies. It was amazing - I slept when I wanted to sleep, I went to the bathroom without a child trying to flush the toilet, I laid on the beach… and then in the water… and then on the beach again…. and then in the water again…. It was amazing. The time away from my normal life gave me a new perspective on my day to...