Lost in Place

I had big plans. I had lots of big plans. I had a list probably a page long of things I wanted to get done, or at least started, before this baby came along. The day she was born, the most common phrase said that day was, “yeah, I know, it was on my list of things to get done this week.” It seemed every ten minutes I was telling the nurses, “It was on my list.” While some of it no longer matters (burning a CD for music in the hospital, packing an organized and well-thought out bag for the hospital), and some of it took care of itself (finding a pediatrician, making sure there was food in the house, getting her bed set up), some of it still hasn’t been taken care of – she still has no room of her own and I am so far behind on the website I will never catch up (at which point I’m just discouraged and neglect it altogether). My goal was to be able to post at least a picture a day so her grandparents and aunts and uncles could feel involved from afar. To see things like how she went from a newborn to an actual baby overnight somewhere during week three. But now, it’s seven weeks later and I feel too far behind to start now. But that’s not gonna stop me. Sure I may be getting a really late start, but oh well. And there are stories to tell too. If I’m in posting pictures each day, it’s easier to take a couple of minutes and type the story. Assuming this child can stay asleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time…

So we started here:

And are currently here:

I'll fill in the space between but for now thought I'd give a "oh my good gravies! She's grown way too much already" whine.