Sitting at the kitchen table with fresh squeezed orange juice, a small boy, a tray full of cheerios and happy thoughts.
We made it through the night. He did a lot of his waking up early on before I was zombied out. I woke up around 2:30 a.m. to hear him crying again and let him cry for as long as I had promised myself I would wait and then went in to give him his pacifier and sing him to sleep. I think he would've stayed asleep until his normal wake up time but a new room means new sounds to muffle and so when everyone else started their day @ 6:00 a.m., Sebastian joined in. I was able to persuade him back to bed until a lovely 8:20 a.m.! I think he was just as tired as I was. It just reminded me that it doesn't compare to newborn nights and made me thankful that my schedule allows me to make adjustments.
Thanks for your encouragement this morning. I think Jenna nailed it when she said its usually the parents that have the harder time with change. Hmmm.
I'm already thinking pink and red. I used to hate the tackiness of V-Day in high school but I've come around. Not on the tackiness but on the opportunity for more pink and red. I'm seeing handmade apron and dishtowel sets in my future. This month's Teen Vogue had a photo shoot for Valentine's Day that was so inspiring.
Time to go play in a tent with Sebastian.