Hello. Still here. I haven’t been a good blogger, I know. Honestly I haven’t known how to put the past couple of weeks into words. There has been work and more work. Illness (me and Bub, not Ian, thank God). Daycare. Exhaustion. There have been many healthy meals or no eating whatsoever. And there has been hommus.
With flaxseed crackers.
With Reduced Fat Cape Cod Potato Chips.
Oh, and plain ol’ avocado, too.
I’m five pounds under my pre-pregnancy weight and I already worry what will happen when I consume bread again.
I just learned I was eating icky pasta when my regular pasta of choice (Barilla, if you must know), is conducive to the milk, eggs, nuts, and soy-free diet I have been on for a month come Friday.
It’s the little things.
But enough about that boring stuff, and onto my little man. My Mr. Ian.
He is getting so big. And it wasn’t apparent to me how fast he’s grown until I met my friend’s eight-week old daughter yesterday.
She is a peanut. So tiny. I was shocked, and yet?
Ian was that small at one time. And in a couple of weeks he’ll be four months old.
I always say the time is flying. And it’s unoriginal and a given. But to see it like this. Wow.
Because we’ve been so busy with stomach bugs and Ian’s christening and life in general, our house is semi-Christmased and we’re finally going to get our tree tonight. I can hardly believe Santa comes in a week. I must vacuum before he gets here and well, get so much in order.
This Christmas we’re home instead of heading to MD. And I feel like a mean wife sort of. We trade off on holidays between MA and MD, MD being where Bub’s family is at. But this year–ever since last year–I’ve wanted to host Christmas. And in our house. Since we moved a mere week–or less?–before Christmas last year we were hardly in shape to host anyone. I have always wanted people to come to us, celebrate with us in our home. And now we’re ready for this. Except Bub’s family isn’t traveling. I think it’s okay since we just saw them fairly recently, but I feel that next year and years after as Ian grows up that I will still want for people to travel to us so that he may love his tree and gifts at home, where we’ll start, and hopefully continue, traditions long after this Christmas of 2008. But for now I’m going to enjoy that we’re home for this one. Yes, this year, home is where my heart is.
With my family.