I Turned 29 And Other Random Things

I turned 29 a couple days after Christmas.  It was low key.  Daniel's parents watched the kids and we went out maternity clothes shopping and then out to a nice steak dinner.  It's hard to bemoan the end of your twenties when you're exhausted all the time, with multiple spills and body fluids on your clothes at any given time... not dressed cute and hanging out at clubs or having girls' night every week.  Let the 30's come.  I feel like when we are finally out of diaper valley, I just might feel like I'm in my 20s again.  Who knows.


 

Lucy is starting the new year paci-free.  It's an adjustment.  She's mostly been really positive about it.  Daniel had her "throw the paci in the trashy" earlier today, and she's been repeating that "babies need paci.  I not a baby.  I no have it anymore!"  But as I type she is crying out from her bed for her beloved silicone friend, and it's just heart breaking.  Someday she'll cry over a boy or a friend or what school she didn't get into.  But tonight it's over the paci, and I'm sad for her.



Lucy's favorite band is Walk Off The Earth.  It's not a kids' band, but she loves their cover of "Somebody That I Used to Know" and also "Trouble" and "Royals."  She asks to see the Youtube videos of these songs everyday, and since I don't have recordings of them available in the car, she frequently asks me to sing them a capella.



Elliot is signing so much now!!  He signs more and all done and help and please.  My favorite is when he (very frequently) climbs up onto one of the little kids' chairs and just stands there until he catches one of our eyes.  And then he signs "help" repeatedly until we come get him down.  He'll do this maybe 10-15 times/day.

 

I got into a conflict with some girl on Facebook over a bed I was selling and was kicked out of a Facebook group as a result of it.  I'm proud of how I handled it, but it was really rough.  It was the most drama I've experienced in a long time--probably since some girl in junior high stole my clothes during gym class and then challenged me to a fight when I confronted her.  This experience was not quite that bad, but close.  I'm still recovering.  That was the biggest event this week.




Lucy and Elliot love their Christmas presents.  We are having so much fun playing with them.  I hope I'm not ruining my kids by letting them play with brightly colored plastic toys instead of plain boxes and sticks that would require more imagination on their part.  I'm going to take it on faith that I'm not ruining them beyond God's redemption.  Actually, that's kind of a daily thing.  It's amazing the ridiculous amount of things that cross my mind as possible "ruiners" of my children.  They are in God's hand--praise the Lord.  And so am I.  And so is the Facebook drama girl.