Miss S had her four month checkup. She now weighs 16 pounds and 7 ounces and is 25.5 inches tall. That puts her in the 90th percentile for height and weight for her age. The doctor was surprised that she's rolling over. Apparently babies this big don't usually roll until they're older. She also just found her toes. Yay! I love it when they find their toes. Overall, she's advanced for her age and doing great.
A day or two after her checkup, she graduated from size 2 diapers to 3. I then informed Miss S that they only make diapers to size 5 and that if she didn't stop growing at this alarming rate, she would be the only 1 year old baby in Depends. Today we discovered that she's growing out of her 6 month clothes and into 9 month clothes.
This brings us up to my crazy weekend. To spare you the drama that is my in-laws, we'll just say that my sister in laws family and my mother/father in law are moving SOON, the date of departure for my trip to Montana to herald in the newest nephew is up in the air, and I have inherited a whole lot of new furniture. This has turned my house upside down and inside out. I kidnapped my brother to help me wrangle children and lift furniture. Miss M received a whole new bedroom set. It's not something I would have picked out, but with a little paint, it will be more my style. We also proved to The Picture People, that Miss M does not like having her pictures taken, but that it is do-able. I have some great pictures of the girls. It is soooooo easy to drop a ton of cash on pictures of the kids. The picture companies know it too. Not fair, ya'll!
This is my new journal. It was a gift from my French teacher. I didn't have a lot of friends my own age in school. I always got on better with the teachers. Anyway, Madame R. knew that I love The Little Prince and that I wrote in all my spare time. This journal seems to be more free- spirited and surprisingly calm. I'm hoping for the best.
One of the things I want to keep track of in this journal is my cleaning ups and downs. I've noticed that several times a year I go through these sprees where I feel like I'm suffocating by all the stuff in the house and garage. I feel like I must condense and purge. There is a pattern to when these urges hit. I just have to track them and connect the dots.
I'm going through one of those purging sprees now. Partially because I have new furniture to work into the house, and partially because I feel like there is so much clutter in my life on the inside, that anything on the outside is overwhelming. I try to get rid of stuff intelligently. I want more kids. I'm certain I'm going to have one more girl. I don't want to get rid of clothes or shoes or toys when I could re-use them for future kids. However, we are a military family and we move. In the four years I've been married, we've moved seven times. Our eighth move is coming up in September. How much stuff have I gotten rid of just because I was sick of packing it up and unpacking it? There is also a weight limit on how much the military will move for us. 3,000 pounds, to be exact and it feels like the kids alone have 1,000 pounds of stuff.
Well, it is past my bedtime, and there is a gargantuan amount of work that needs to be completed tomorrow. I will cease my babbling for the evening.
1 comment:
Okay. I have to have a copy of that picture at the bottom of your post. You know where to send it!
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