So today I’ll close out the week with a few thoughts.
Today is my birthday! It’s been a full year, and a good year. I treated myself to some solo holiday shopping this morning, and I’m getting a massage this afternoon. We plan to decorate our tree tonight.
I’m looking forward to Christmas, but I’m also starting to get rather excited about the impending arrival of kid #4, likely in about 6 weeks. I bought him some newborn jammies and warm outfits (I’ve never had a winter baby before) and they are just so cute. I still have no idea where he’s going to sleep. I need to buy a bunch of new stuff that hasn’t quite survived three other children (bassinet, car seat/carrier, pump). But it’s pretty amazing to think that we’ll have another family member in so short a time!
I just hauled out my old pump, and remembered the baby photo in the spot where you put the photo is actually of kid #1. This despite my using it for a year with kid #2, and 18 months with kid #3.
The older kids go through ups and downs. I think one needs a sense of humor for parenting. There’s incredible irony in the things that are inspiring the most fights right now. One is who spots “Sassy,” the elf-on-the-shelf, first when they come downstairs in the morning. The whole point of the elf is that he’s watching to see if you’re naughty or nice and reporting back to Santa. So the idea that the elf himself has inspired screaming, crying, etc. is funny (if soul-crushing during the experience). Also, there is nightly screaming over whose turn it is to unwrap the Christmas storybook from our literary Advent calendar. This shouldn’t be a question. There is a strict rotational order. The stories are all about the joy and meaning of the holidays. And yet…
I wrote last week about doing my own personal Turkey Trot in the backyard. While that was out of necessity, I enjoyed it enough that I’ve done a few more backyard/front yard runs since. It takes some of the pressure off, since I can stop at any point, go inside to go to the bathroom if I need to, and I don’t feel self-conscious like I would at the gym. It’s also just enough more interesting than a treadmill that it goes relatively fast. I do like to run outside, even in the cold.
A friend invited me to a black tie choral concert earlier this week. I decided one of my black dresses was stretchy enough to become a maternity dress (see photo). I probably looked a little ridiculous, but oh well.