It seems like everything has an awareness month. I bet, if you look hard enough, you can find at least one that applies to you. I always joke that May is Awareness Awareness Month since it seems to be a popular choice. Just for me personally, there’s Mental Health Awareness Month, Asthma and Allergies Awareness Month, and Preeclampsia Awareness Month.
Happy October 32nd, everyone! I’ve decided to just ignore November entirely.
I love mid-October because Halloween is my favorite holiday, though I did phone it in a bit this year. Lorelei wanted to be a witch, so our theme was just basic dark fairytale cliches.
Rowan is two and a half. That’s halfway to five. More than halfway to kindergarten.
I wonder, sometimes, if I expect less of him than I did when Lorelei was his age. Am I letting his former preemie status stand in his way? Or is he just a different kid, with different strengths?
I’ve been trying to find time to write this update for days but last week kept getting in its own way.
I haven’t felt much like writing.
Sometimes this is the canary in the depressive coalmine but I’m not sure that’s the case right now. My goal this year was to write less but write better. Quality over quantity. Somehow that has led to writing almost nothing at all.
Every so often, Lorelei asks to dye her hair. And all those so oftens, I say “sure!” Because… why not?
We took a vacation!
I’m kidding. We went to the beach for an hour before Lorelei got sand in her bathing suit and said she was ready to go. The amount of time spent walking to and from the car, with all the sunscreen application, clothing changes, bathroom breaks, and showering was longer than time spent actually on the beach. We didn’t have Rowan with us, which may have felt more vacation-like since we didn’t have to keep him alive at the beach, but he was home with my parents because he had diarrhea. If you’ve got to use the word “diarrhea” in your description, it probably wasn’t much of a vacation.