Jillian Michaels kicked my rear-end today and I think she plans to do it again tomorrow so I'm not sure why I'm still awake, much less blogging. I still enjoy blogging even though it's becoming harder and harder to find the time for it.
Is it weird that I forget how old I am? I recently turned 29, and my only reaction to that was "What? I thought I was already 29." Nice. Sometimes I feel like I'm in constant crisis mode, but not about anything important. Mostly just about how in the world am I going to find the right organization storage for all of my craft stuff? And...how will I be able to make it functional enough so that I can operate my business on a daily basis? Right now my workstation is my dining room table which always results in an illusion of sorts by sweeping it all off the table and throwing it in the back guest room. Ta-Dah! No more mess! This has to change. Here's the problem: I have 250 spools of ribbon.
My sweet girl will be 1 in less than a month. I'm working to plan her party and so far just have some things ordered. This will probably be one of those situations where the date seems so far away but it sneaks up on me and I'm unprepared. I'm just tellin' it like it is.
I wanted to share some pictures but Blogger is doing the usual messing them up and I don't have time to fix them so how they are is how they are. The one above is Amelia with her Uncle Jake and Sage the dog at my in-laws' house. The very top picture is from the same day - her first "whale spout" in her hair. Aww...
Here's a couple I took on her actual 11-month day. If you don't know, I have taken a photo of her next to the same pig since she was 5 months old. It's neat to see how big she's gotten (Amelia, not the pig). The pig is special because my dad got it for me when I was 2. When Amelia reaches the 1 year mark I'll post all of the photos.
Tonight Amelia cried out a few hours after going to bed and I didn't have to but I went in and rocked her. It didn't work to put her to sleep - it never does - but it was so nice to just love on her. It feels so good when she buries her head in my neck and wraps her little arms around me. Often on the weekends when David gets up with her she won't eat and instead looks for me to come in and feed her and rock her. He's really good about getting her to eat and go back down anyway, but sometimes she just wants me. That feels good. And, yet I love when David gets home from work and Amelia just wants to attach herself to him and play with him. I know she's growing fast but in some ways it doesn't feel like it yet. I'm enjoying every stage.
Must go to bed. Happy Tuesday.
P.S. Please go to my store and purchase a FIND A CURE Flower. $2 from the sale of every flower will go to the Susan G. Komen foundation in honor of a friend of mine who just found out she has breast cancer. Thanks!