Thursday, August 28, 2008

One of Those Days

Four hours. Sprout screamed for four hours yesterday. She's usually a great night sleeper and has set her own bedtime for about 6:15pm, which is lovely because it gives DGB and me time to get The Bean to sleep at 7:30pm before being able to enjoy a lovely child-free evening. After boycotting her afternoon nap, I had anticipated that bedtime would be early and welcome for my sweet girl. Alas, an overtired Sprout had different plans and alternated crying and whining from 4-8pm.

By the end of the evening, I was fried. DGB questioned why I didn't go to bed at a reasonable hour, but after a day like that, I really needed some personal time. I curled up in bed, turned on some mindless TV, and finally started on the binding of the quilt for Sprout's nursery. I've made a few crib quilts so far, some of which are for sale in the shop, but all of them are machine bound. I honestly hadn't realized how easy (and soothing, the way doing basic crochet stitches is) to do. It's going so quickly and looks great. I can't wait to finish this quilt and get it in her room.















In the meantime, I'm feeling a lot more calm as I work on this thing, especially since The Bean and Sprout are napping quietly at the same time today, giving me extra time to zen out with my quilt and my TiVo.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Life Was Good...

Okay, so maybe that's not exactly right. My life IS good. But before the addition of the newest member of our family, Sprout, life was easy. Sprout came into our lives on July 2 of this year. She is sweet, but way sassy and spitfire as hell. She's giving all of us a run for our money. Before she arrived, it was just DGB, The Bean, and me. The Bean is two and a half - born in December 2005. After 2.5 years, we had all finally found our groove - a great routine and a normalcy in being a family of three.

Now that Sprout is here, life is crazy. Insane. I had forgotten exactly how hard it was to have a newborn in the house, but I'm here to tell you that however hard it was, it's 10x harder to have both a newborn AND a toddler. I am tired. And totally overwhelmed. In the span of the 8 weeks (today!) that Sprout has been with us, I've forgotten how to be a proper wife and on some days, even forget how to be a proper parent. It gets better, right?