Early morning realizations

Maxer knows when it's the weekend and we don't have any morning plans because that's when he wakes up multiple times in the night. Usually I wake up to his cries so panicked, so once I sleep-run into his room and realize he isn't being kidnapped or attacked by a pack of dingos, I am more relieved than annoyed at being up. This works out pretty well.

I had a basic realization of a new option tonight. I used to think it was either nurse until he sleeps or lay him down crying. Turns out there is an in-between step: rocking! What a sweet sweet option. I guess he just hasn't allowed it until now, but he didn't want to nurse anymore so he let me rock him to sleep. Simply precious.

So obviously this leads to an emo moment. When do babies stop being so innocent and precious that it hurts? When do you stop being in awe of their existence? I am fresh off watching a video of newborn twins clinging to each other as though they are still in the womb and it was seriously so innocently precious that it hurt my heart. This makes me wonder about when that hurt stops? When do we forget that innocence? Tonight I am hopeful that maybe it never stops?!

I used to see couples out to dinner sitting in complete silence and I would think, oh man that is gonna suck when I run out of things to say to my husband. Later I realized, that doesn't have to happen...it's more based on personality than just something that inevitably happens.

I am encouraged that maybe I will never stop being in awe of max and his existence, or at least it's not inevitable. Sure, there will be days when he is farting all over the house and bringing lizards into the kitchen and talking back to me, but I hope that doesn't make me forget how precious his life is. And even though he barfed all over me last night, he is still my miracle and my joy. 

That kid! He always gets me!!!

Holiday red

Last night, I painted my nails for the first time since our new roommate Maxwell arrived.  This is a big milestone, you see, as I used to paint my nails every week.  In middle school, I painted them EVERY NIGHT to match tomorrow's outfit.  I remember one night I planned to paint my nails an obnoxious orange, then use a toothpick to paint multi-colored flowers on each nail....but as I was trying to get the bottle open in the kitchen, I dropped it and it shattered all over the wood floor, leaving a hideous stain.  After I realized the stain was permanent, I remember running up to my room and dropping to my knees in terror, feeling like I had just committed murder.  I went to bed with a knot in my stomach the size of Alaska.  I wish I was being dramatic about my emotions, but this is real.  I don't know why.

Anyway, back to last night.  Earlier in the night when searching for a moisturizer, I had come across a "holiday red" nail polish that my grandma had given me, and knowing that I would be decorating a Christmas tree this weekend (yes!!!) I just knew I had to polish 'em up.  After Max was a'snoozin, all cute and snuggly in his fleecy jams, I took all the necessary steps to have a successful paint job.  Brushed my teeth...lotioned my feet...took my hair out of my hair tie...pulled sheets back so I could slip into bed...blew my nose (very important)...peed...then finally, all that was left to do was paint my nails and slip into bed.

When I first saw the color on my nails, I thought to myself...I look like Cruella DeVille!!!!  What am I doing? I can't wear this!  Mike is going to hate this!!!

See what happens when you take a 8 month hiatus from one of your most treasured hobbies?

After slopping on a top coat, I tried my best to crawl into bed and fall asleep with my hands folded neatly above the covers.  I woke up numerous times during the night to feel my nails for "bubbles".  Friends, I am pleased to announce I woke up this morning with no bubbles.

And now, I get to sip on my coffee and type at my desk while flashing my holiday red nails.  And the very best part is that this afternoon, Mike and I will decorate our Christmas tree with my holiday red nails.

In other news, I am a freak.  Let me explain.  Two nights ago I had a dream involving 2 on-air personalities from our media partner station.  I casually interact with these 2 gals every once in a while, but by no means does that qualify me to dream about them.  In the dream, we were in an old house and one was telling me about the tank tops she likes best and the other was trying to wear a swimsuit to deliver the news.  Anywayyyyy, then I woke up.  Went to work, and attended a workshop at said media partner station.  And just what 2 on-air personalities stopped by this workshop to give a quick presentation?  The same 2 I had just dreamt about.  I mean...what am I, a psychic??

Well, off to work - my last day of work before a week of vacation!  Woo woo!  I am most looking forward to getting Max out of his crib every morning.  Eeeeeee I am so happy!

The only way to get Charlee to sit still is to "swaddle" her.  Love these two kiddos!!

Holiday red and lime green.  My fave!

Max's impromptu nap on the bathroom floor. Zzzzzzz...