We are 30 days away from possession of the Dream on Russet. We are going this weekend to take pictures and I will post some afterwards. Suddenly being in the home stretch is so very exciting. It has been a very long process.
I can’t drink coffee strong than a medium roast since Lillian’s birth without having heartburn that runs from my nose to my navel. What is up with that? What on earth would the birth of a child have to do with the body’s ability to process food? And while we are on it, my tastes have changed dramatically as well. She is almost 16 (!!) months old, I guess this is the new me? If I tell Matt one more time that I no longer like “blank” he is going to lose it. He says he wants a flow chart.
The book is coming together lately. All this grief is letting the words flow and I am managing to get through the most difficult chapters.
I may have to give a special shout out to the creator(s) of Song.za in the thank you notes of the book. It is on constantly as my musical company. If you haven’t checked out Song.za, do so!
I have been thinking a lot about a post that Brooke did a while ago, about the term “nice” and how we use it with little girls. It has helped me dramatically changed my language with Lillian and to carefully choose better adjectives to describe the appropriate behaviour I would like Lillian to exhibit. Kind, smart, vivacious, creative, clever, infectious, brave, sweet…
I bought a whole pineapple this week because it was on super sale. I have no idea what to do with it. We have been staring each other down, what does one do with a whole pineapple? Going to have to Pin.trest this one into the ground!
This time of year I love all Lillian’s little things being around me. As I write her little Toms shoes are next to me on the table. I periodically stop and hold them.
I told Matt the other day that we will soon be getting Lillian into a booster seat at the table instead of the high chair. He looked mortified and said he did not want to talk about it. I guess I should get used to that expression for the next 18 years.
We have no plans for Valentines. Jokingly I may get Matt a two bite brownie…you get extra points if you know why.