Weekend

This weekend, Ben is tiling our master bathroom. He already did our guest bathroom, and he rocked it. Did I mention he had never tiled anything before and did it with minimal help from anyone? He borrowed our neighbor's tile saw, asked advice from my dad and brother, and figured out the rest from the internet. I am so proud and blessed to have such a Mr. Fixit in my house.

While Ben is preoccupied, Millie and I have decided to take this time to accessorize. She likes my bracelets. (What girl doesn't?) She liked one of them so much that she decided to break it and eat the little plastic beads. Lucky for her, I was right there to extract each one of them with my sharp fingernails. Guess which one of us was freaked out, and which one of us was pissed off?

Last weekend was Millie's first birthday. Oh, how I can't even put all of the emotions into words that come along with your first child having her first birthday. I will devote at least one blog to this in the coming week. Seven days later, SOMEONE is still having a hard time letting go of the party. The apple does not fall far from the tree.

Why is Ben tiling, you say? Because we are getting ready to put our house on the market. I want to get the *@&$ out of here so bad I can hardly stand it. Being cooped up in this teeny house all weekend with a toddler who doesn't want to take a nap half of the time is enough of an explanation. (We did make it out to shred some paper and go to the farmer's market, but still.) Please God, help us (and my brother and sister-in-law) sell our house soon.

Since Little Bit is one now, she can switch from formula to whole milk. Easy transition for the easiest baby in the world, difficult transition for the mother who has a difficult time with her kid's transitions. I struggled hard with breastfeeding, and when it was over, I mourned. I struggled getting used to the formula thing, and now, I tear up thinking about losing my job as bedtime bottle giver, which I probably missed less than ten of out of her 365+ days of life. Now I worry that she isn't getting enough to eat and that she will be hungry. Given the fact that she is in the 85 percentile for weight, I don't think I have anything to be concerned about. Still, though, new parenting stuff is tough. Period.

Today we will take Mills to get her one year pictures taken. I am praying that she a)is happy, b)cooperates, and c)has a decent photographer. Thank you, God, for Groupon, and thank you God for getting us through this crazy, hectic weekend.

HOLLA -