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Sunday rambles

When we moved out to the burbs, I knew it would be different.  I knew it was the kiss of death to my Grubhub account.  I think this was a progression that obviously began the moment we agreed it was time to leave Chicago & we mourned the loss of the walkability we loved about our neighborhood.

I'm sitting in my kitchen, listening to my husband mow the lawn, with a two-year-old on my lap as she doodles in her notebook.  The only thing really missing from this scene is a minivan in the driveway (and let's face it, we're just another baby away from that reality) -- and maybe more coffee.

There's something amok with this kid today and I can't quite put my finger on it.  She's either sick (I've noticed her put her finger in her ear a time or two) or she's going through some separation stuff.  I dunno but I don't like it.  She refuses to be put down and needs to be thisclose to me at all times.  ALL TIMES.  I have been wearing her in the Tula for my sanity's sake but that can only get me so far.  This child mama needs sleep.

I might just curl up in that toddler bed with her...
xo

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