|who's at the door mommy?|
|oh hai grandma!|
Scott and I have had sort of a strange marriage. Unexpectedly, from the very start, he ended up having to work nights and weekends. This lasted approximately 3.5 years, ending when he started staying home with Clara in May. I've so enjoyed us both being home every night since then, but times are a-changin' again starting tomorrow, when he starts a very intensive night school program for his master's in accounting.
It's so easy to take time for granted when you have plenty of it. The last few months have been downright leisurely, especially with Clara, the world's easiest baby. I'm glad we coasted along for this rare time in life when we could get away with it, playing UNO and making margaritas instead of getting our house ready to sell or otherwise being productive. There's plenty of time for all that.
Of course, this change is nothing compared to what's ahead. Clara is almost 7 months old now. She'll be going to daycare this time next year. Scott will be starting a good 9-5 job. Once we have two incomes, I may be transitioning into something less stressful with better hours so I can spend more time with Clara. We'll have a new house, better equipped for visiting grandparents.
|I love |
One thing that won't have changed is that we'll still be a three-person family unit. Clara is old enough now that people are constantly asking us when (not if) we'll give her a sibling. Due largely in part to finances, we're not going to. We're going to send her to a wonderful school that we couldn't afford for more than one child, and will only have to worry about saving for her college.
|CRAZY SMILE (and you thought I left it in Destin...)|
Though there is something about the thought of another baby that gives us the warm fuzzies, two things (other than finances) really drove home this plan for me: 1. We are so, so spoiled by what an easy baby Clara is and how simple it's been to integrate her into our life. 2. (Warning- this is sappy and sad) I don't want another baby. I am just mourning the loss of what we'll never have with Clara again. I miss being pregnant with Clara, not just being pregnant. I miss newborn Clara, not just any old newborn eating around the clock and crying inconsolibly at times.
sidenote: obviously I need to work on living in the present :-)
|mommy kind of has a crazy smile too when she's around me|
FYI, the paper from the 70's about only children being spoiled and lonely has been thoroughly debunked. And Clara would probably be spoiled no matter how many siblings she had. Ha ha.
|pretty sure I broke the mold with this sweet face|
Enough with the serious stuff... Hope y'all had a relaxing weekend and have a great week ahead!