Sweet Dreams

Babies really do take up a lot of time. I figured I would be blogging every day with all the down time I was going to have- you know, not working and all. Sike! Between feeding and changing and playing and crying and burping and rocking and ironing and folding clothes and .... well, you get the point... I am not blogging. In fact, today is the third day I have tried to write this blog. I keep saving it and coming back- adding a sentence- then saving- then adding- etc. It probably has no flow, and makes no sense at this point. Oh well.

Little Miss C is adapting well to life outside of the womb. Her schedule has been booked solid with visitors and lunch dates. Sunday she lost her belly button and I think her newborn diapers are getting too tight- both of which mean she is getting bigger. Not. Cool. I was pretty convinced that she would stay my little tiny eensy weensy precious baby girl forever. Maxing out at around 7 pounds. This is not the case. She's filled out and growing by the day. I am not a fan!

My two babies

The first few days of her life Chamblee slept like an angel. I thought to myself, "We lucked out! Who gets babies who already want to sleep through the night?" We had hit the jackpot and I was all over it. Now she has decided to throw us a little change up. She has flipped her days and nights and, I'll tell you, it is rough. She sleeps all day, which is good because I get a lot done. But it also means that we don't sleep at night. At all. She'll work herself out. ...Right?

When I do sleep, I am dreaming heavily...dreaming of these things:

A plain and simple TB bag. I love it. I need it.

It could second as a diaper bag, right? I need to convince K.

Ahhh. Louboutin peep toes.

Will I ever wear heels again?

Kellie Buttercup.

That's right. The dog I have already named

and been talking about for the past 6 years.

Unfortunately I have to wait for Bailey to bite the dust.

(Too insensitive?)

I mean, really.

Little Hoot would rock these.

This is the dream.

A cruiser bike with a wicker basket.

And it's red? Die.

A plantation house with white columns.

Green, green grass.

A canopy of oak trees...

Ok, the plantation house is a little much.

I'll settle for a white picket fence with fresh flowers.

Hey, A girl can dream. That is, if she can get any sleep...

So, I am thinking of making my blog private. I know, I know- the number of people who read it will likely plummet, but at least I will know who is reading it. I sometimes feel like if I am posting pictures of my child and writing details of our lives they shouldn't be for just anyone's eyes to see. I like seeing the different places where people who view my blog are from, but when I don't know anyone from a place that appears, I get a little wigged out. Overprotective? You tell me.

My sister is coming! My sister is coming!!!

TODAY!

She's flying in from Santa Barbara tonight to hang for a long weekend with me and sweet baby girl. I am so excited!!! This means lots of wonderful advice and lots of laughing. Yipee Yahoo Day!

Until Next Time,

The Guff