Just life: October 2008 Archives

I'm always late.

I made it my New Year's resolution to be on time for roughly 20 years straight before I finally gave in and accepted this about myself. No matter what I do, no matter how I plan my time, I'm always a few minutes late.

Heck, I was born at 8:03 a.m. I'm sure I was supposed to be out by 8 o'clock, but, you know, I was a little tied up for those few extra minutes.

What does all of this mean? That getting Sam to the bus stop on time in the morning is an amazing achievement.

Today started when Noah woke up sobbing at 4:55 a.m.

My lil pumpkin doesn't wake up crying. He wakes up, rolls around, smiles at his crib bumper, sits up, lies back down, sits up again and babbles to himself until someone comes to get him. But he doesn't wake up crying.

So my husband and I both rushed toward his room to find out what was wrong. Turns out he was fine -- just too hungry to stay asleep, it seemed.

That 20 minutes of holding him in the dark and feeding him a bottle turned out to be the best part of my morning.