It’s much easier to write when you have a prompt (self-imposed), like “Describe Evelyn at eleven months” or “Explain the photos you are posting from your anniversary trip.” It’s hard to convince yourself that your other, more menial thoughts are still worth publishing for the world to read. But I guess most of my blogging (maybe 99%) is for me; it helps me in a few different ways, like journaling, so I keep posting.
Evelyn has been giving Eskimo kisses to her dad lately. She’ll go back and forth throughout the day asking for Dad, over and over, while he’s gone and of course when he gets home and I walk out of the room she has a small meltdown. The poor girl has three molars cutting and her little teeth take months to come through, so we’ve got a few fussy months ahead of us.
She has been especially cuddly lately, however, and we’re wondering if she knows that in a few short months her life is going to change drastically. That she’ll be sharing mom’s lap and dad’s attention. But I think she is going to love it. I think she is going to enjoy every moment (okay, maybe that’s wishful thinking, but most moments) of being a sister and having a baby around and having a faithful friend who will be by her side for the rest of her life.
I can’t wait.