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. Thischild mama needs sleep.
I might just curl up in that toddler bed with her...
xo
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
I might just curl up in that toddler bed with her...
xo
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