The family we stay with made cake pops this week and all I can say is YUM.
Sometimes I feel so much love for our child that it builds up and I feel like I might burst, and then, as if it is the only way to pour out, tears drip over the brims of my eyes…Tears of joy.
I feel incredibly blessed that I married the right person for me.
I am giddy whenever Luca giggles.
My child’s feet smell even after I scrub them with soap. She thinks it is funny.
I am afraid that last sentence is due to the fact that I have horrible feet (not smelly, just not that pretty).
I have not been home to our house in a month and it feels so odd. I miss our bed. And while I miss certain things, our house does not really feel like "home" anymore. That makes me sad.
My legs get itchy right before bed. I have no idea why.
I depend on my GPS entirely too much.
I want an iPad.
I do not have a single picture of Luca framed in our house and feel like a horrible parent because of it.
I need to make many doctor’s appointments (general check-up, midwife annual appointment, eye doctor). But I have no idea when I will be able to go.
As I was going to sleep the other night I had one thought that kept me awake: if we move (yes, we are looking to move. Because we have nothing else going on in our lives), we have to find a new pediatrician. I puffy heart Luca’s pediatrician so much, I even contemplated doing the (over hour) drive for her appointments, then decided that would be ridiculous.