8 Month Time Capsule | Aksel | I want to record a few things about Aksel before I completely forget and then he gets upset as an adult
My energy levels have been low the past few days and all I've wanted to do is sit on the couch reading my Kindle. My demanding boss, the Bacon Bit, has made it quite clear she doesn't find this to be an acceptable way to pass the day
I love being Lena's mama. I never planned to have kids and when asked, I swore I was never, ever going to have any. But now that I do have a kiddo, I am so thankful God had other plans for me.
For the past three weeks, we've been living at our friend's house. Surprisingly, we haven't wanted to kill each other yet which is impressive considering there are four adults, one toddler and three dogs all living under the same roof. Uncle Ducky and Auntie Meow, as we affectionately call them, are practically saints.
A moving company is coming to our house tomorrow to "assess" our belongings and officially start the paperwork portion of our move to England. I'm sure they see all varieties of homes but for some reason, I felt the need to clean. I'm pretty sure it's because my mom is more OCD than Martha Stewart. And just as a sidenote, the sounds of sewing machines, wooden looms and vacuums all make me feel at home.
As delivery day gets closer, my thoughts have transitioned from how I'm going to manage labor to what type of parent I want to be. I hope I'll have patience and speak with kindness. I hope our baby will still want to talk to me once she reaches the teenage years and beyond.
This past Saturday, we went to the beach and met up with some new friends. One of the girls had brought her 11-month old son, Taylor. He was so easy going and sweet; barely fussing at all. I offered to hold him so his mama could relax and enjoy the sun. I snuggled him up in my arms and watched him suckle his bottle; eyes closed and completely content.