thursday = friday (this week anyway...)

Awkward
>>Thinking I look like a fly little mama in my white ankles...only to have my husband point out, when I met him for lunch, that my pants were still rockin' the back pocket store tag. And this was made known after I spent a good hour and a half walking around the pediatrician's office. At least the tag sort of blended in with the pants, right?
>>Lying to my daughter's pediatrician that yes, I will be diligent with a bedtime routine so that she learns to fall asleep without me nursing her. Nope. S loves our breastfeeding bond and so do I. It's not necessary to take this away from her when it does no harm and she falls asleep at night just fine.
>>How I can't stand that we currently have a random assortment of chairs on our deck instead of the actual patio set that should be up by now. Not to mention the non-working stereo that sits in the corner. It looks hillbilly-ish.

Awesome
>>S had her six month well-baby visit today! Besides the shots (I think I hate this part more than S does) and the half-hour we had to wait before the nurse arrived to administer the shots, all went well. S is weighing in at 15 lbs 6 oz and she is 26.5 inches tall. Long and lean...taking after her daddy. I just can't believe how fast our baby girl is growing. The weeks are flying. But she is absolutely precious and so animated and happy.
>>The world here in the Hudson Valley has finally transformed into spring this past week. Crystal blue skies and green leaves and buds and flowers and grass being mowed. I don't think I've ever noticed how profound this change is, until this year. I'm constantly being reminded that God's hand is on every living thing.
>>Our desert of a backyard is finally almost covered by grass. Except for the ten-foot strip by the back fence that Dallas loves to trample while barking at invisible dogs. Thank you, sprinklers and sunny days.
>>Baby girl's newest discovery - her "back laugh". She sounds like a pterodactyl, only cuter and baby-er. Makes me wanna just squeeze her.
>>For a husband that is a CPA, tax season is over. Which means Hubs has a day off tomorrow to spend just with us. The first in four months. Woohoo, three day weekend!