Yesterday, the 9-month-old took two naps and went to bed at a reasonable hour, like a respectable baby. Today, the 10-month-old has outfought five nap attempts and officially destroyed the morale of the opposition.
So, much like my other attempts at blog writing, I will look in my phone camera to remind me of what we’ve been up to since we last talked.
I read books now! I forgot those were a thing, back when I was at my full-time job scrolling Facebook.
This one is on the Latin Mass (which I have never been to) but I’ve mostly been reading a ton of books about unschooling.
I had one of those moments when I looked at my 8-year-old and suddenly caught a glimpse of the 28-year-old version of her. Sigh.
The boy experimented with the concept of place value.
I delivered a lecture on Why Chain Letters Don’t Work.
Baby was cute.
The boy dressed up as his big sister.
The 3-year-old went Full Cheese.
There’s that 10-month-old. Guess what? She took her first steps at 9 months 13 days. I’ve never had a baby walk before a year. It’s crazy.
In great news, I think – I think! – that after 9 months of avoiding wheat, dairy, corn, and soy protein to make her gut happy, I can officially eat Everything again. That’s huge. That’s life-changing.
She’s an intense kid for my old age, I tell ya. Can’t wait to see where she goes. No, I can. I can wait.
After I came down from Failed Nap Attempt #5 today, my eldest had made me this:
I laughed out loud.