Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Janey is 6 months old now and starting to get all "flappy". Meaning she wants to move, but can't get her arms and legs to do what she wants them to-she just flaps her arms and legs back and forth like a turtle on it's back-and doesn't go anywhere. Soon it will all come together for her and she'll be off and scooting/crawling/running all over town.
I had a chance to do a little shopping for Janey-really it's just about the first time I have had a chance to do any baby girl clothes shopping, and it sure is fun. And what great deals! (I bought a little winter coat for ten dollars!) And the dresses! And the shoes! She doesn't even walk yet, what does she need shoes for! It was hard to contain myself, but I did. Sort of.
Jeff was home with Janey while I went shopping by myself-I had left them both napping (Jeff didn't feel good) and said I'd be right back-call me if she wakes up crabby or hungry. I was gone for about an hour and a half and when I checked my phone right before I left the last store, the battery had died. I freaked out. (In my head not out loud.) What if he had tried to call? What if Jeff had been calling and calling and calling, and getting frustrated at my irresponsibility (I always forget to charge my phone) and Janey was screaming, and even though we have an emergency bottle/formula what if he can't find it because I left in the diaper bag? I broke a few traffic laws on the way home and was so mad at myself, and I burst into the door, and they were both still sleeping. I took a deep breath and told myself to chill. Jeff looked at me like I was crazy when I told him about my panicky ride home. DUH-we have six kids, he knows what to do if/when they get fussy/hungry/crabby.
I'm not going to announce that it is now March which means spring is right around the corner because I think I might have talked the subject of how much I hate winter into the ground lately. But March makes me happy. Only because it's the month right before April which makes me even happier...and on and on, stopping in November and then it goes downhill from there. I promise I won't say another word about the subject.
I signed Patrick up for kindergarten. I'm so excited because our little school is offering a half day program again. They had switched to only offering full days about 10 years ago. Andrew went to full day and although he was older with his August birthday, he was still just exhausted at the end of that day.
I loved my kindergarten experience 30-something years ago. We played with Raggedy Ann and Andy and learned to tie our shoes and sing songs and recognize colors and letters. Sister Don Bosco was my kindergarten teacher and she was as sweet as pie. Rush, rush, rush. Why is the world in such a rush these days to grow little ones up? They're cute when they're little, let's keep them that way for as long as we can. :)