So much is happening. A lot. Too much. Appointments. Internet searching. Sighing. Staring blankly into space and having no ability to stop a head full of heavy thoughts. Trying to rationalize and think that well, it could be worse. Yes, of course, it can (almost always) be worse.
Then there's the fact that Noah is rapidly, rapidly, uncontrollably speeding towards his first birthday. I didn't really want to talk about his 11 month milestone coming. And going. Because time is unstoppable. And oh my effing goodness, Noah, can't you just stop not being a baby for just one second?
He's about as close to walking as one can be- without actually walking around like it's the least big deal in the world. He can stand up from a crouching position without holding on to anything. For a second. Then he crumples back to a crawl. He can stand up on his own for a second or two. Until he realizes what he's doing. And that it's not a baby type thing to do. Then he'll crumple back to a crawl.
He's got.. 6.. almost 6.. teeth. Four on the top, two on the bottom. He "crawls" on his hands and feet (not knees). He can operate a motorized car for gawdssake! When is all this growing up nonsense going to stop?
It's been cold as all freaking heck the last few days, but finally none of us are currently sick. Noah still has a little cough, but we're good other than that. I give it about 3 more days. Then I'm sure someone will come down with something. I'm so tired of it. I blame Preschool.
Which is.. what it is. It's not better or worse, but at the same time.. not quite the same. Some things are less of a battle, other things aren't. Preschool stage may very well do me in. Just when I think I'm starting to figure it out, it changes. I hate defiance.
And a lot of other things that aren't defiance. And have nothing to do with babies not being babies or preschoolers giving me a run for my effing money. But at the same time are unchanging and unavoidable nonetheless.
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