What I remember of yesterday’s start is getting Farrah calmly in her crib at 4:45am. It was awesome. I fell asleep at 5:00 with a smile. Then the smoke alarm went off at 6:00. Why? Because BALLS that’s why. While Kris ripped it off the wall and pulled out the batteries, I did a sniffing tour of the house. Reassured, we went back to sleep. Arlo awoke 40 minutes later asking for me, while for the first time in her wee life Farrah didn’t see the sunrise. I love my son’s morning breath like a hummingbird loves red dye #5 but I don’t need to smell it before 7am – especially when Farrah is still asleep. BALLS again.
A strange day followed with many curious sightings:
Strange day indeed — most peculiar, Mama.
And then this happened:
Today is October 1st.
Farrah Star, you are seven months old on this strange, sleepy, sluggish day. Seven months and standing. Slow down little girl. Let your disproportionate chubby cheeks keep you firmly rooted at my side. Always.