Thanksgiving and Birthdays

Thanksgiving break is upon us once more. I can't believe that Will is turning 4 on Thursday. Where have the years gone? It seems like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant. The hectic pace of the holidays is once again setting in. The fear that I won't get everything done, that it won't be the best holiday it can be... Ok, enough of my ramblings for now.

My Sparkle

So something must be done. And I am going to start today. I have been sitting at Starbucks, planning what I can do and I think I am ready. 1, 2, 3, JUMP!

My Sparkle

So something must be done. And I am going to start today. I have been sitting at Starbucks, planning what I can do and I think I am ready. 1, 2, 3, JUMP!

Girls Lunch

The Hair Salon

Does anyone else love to go to the salon so they can listen to others conversations? So far I have heard someone debate whether her hair is too curly, if someone will be able to "manage" her style, and where everyone is going on vacay. Not thrilling by any means, but for some reason people tend to drop all of their pretenses when they walk in the door of a hair salon. For the type of person who loves to sit and observe it is a goldmine. Currently I am sitting in the processing room, processing.

Guilty

Does anyone else ever guilty? I feel guilty about spending 5 extra minutes at school so I have time to myself. I feel guilty about not keeping the house as clean as I should. I feel guilty that I bought all of the kids clothes at the used kids store instead of the mall (all name brands...).

As women are we programed to feel guilty all of the time? Is there a way to stop the insanity? I have been trying very hard to let go, but its not easy. If anyone else is struggling please know that you aren't alone. I am slowly fluttering - for those of you wondering what I am talking about check out www.flylady.net. I am so inspired but still so bogged down with my guilt.

No Sleep

Kate didn't go to sleep until after 11:15 last night. Not sure why, but she was WIDE awake! I tried rocking her, singing to her, stroking her hair. Finally I tried giving her some milk, in the pitch dark and she became very sleepy. I laid her in bed and she finally closed her eyes.

It is so hard to tell when they are little what is preventing them from sleeping, or eating, or anything for that matter. She has becoming increasingly frustrated with not being able to speak like her big brother. She stomps her foot, points her little fingers and screams until she gets what she wants.

I keep looking at her wondering where my baby has gone. She is starting to lose her baby fat and it seems as though she grew taller overnight. Although I am tired today, I wouldn't trade her not sleeping for anything. Its those nights that I get to hold onto my baby for a little longer.