I remember when Molly was just days old thinking that it’d be weird when, one day, I wouldn’t know exactly how many days old she was. And then, when she was so many weeks old, realizing that at some point, I would no longer know how many weeks old she was. When that happened, I went to my iPhone calendar and wrote a reminder on every Friday through March 2013 that Bear was such-and-such weeks old on that day. Despite trying to make a concerted effort to remember everything, and to write the First Big Anything Event down in her scrapbook, I’ve been falling further and further behind. I don’t know the last day she wore a diaper when in non-sleeping mode and I don’t know the last day she took two naps instead of one. I don’t know the date on which she had her last (water) bottle (though I know it was in either April or May of this year – egads). And I don’t know the day that we took the side of her crib down to turn that crib into a toddler bed.
Sigh. What is wrong with me? I think maybe I’ve stopped writing all of these things down because it feels like it’s just going faster and faster and there’s no time! Or maybe it’s because I’m in denial that she’s becoming more of a girl and so much less of a baby? Or maybe it’s just because I’ve gotten really lazy. In any event, it’s true that she’s been in a toddler bed for several months now, only it isn’t really true. You see, for the last month or so, she has refused to sleep in her bed, insisting that her place to rest is on the floor. It’s true and it’s weird. At first, she insisted on sleeping on the not-exactly-plush Ikea rug that is the sole floor covering in her room. AO, though, snuck her sleeping bag underneath her, and she seems ok with that. I think it’s less likely CPS will take her from us if they see the cute Bear sleeping bag AO’s mom got her. I thought this was just going to be a phase, and I suppose it probably is, but it’s sure taking awhile. Night after night (and day after day when she does allow herself a nap), our little one demonstrates her penchant for the monastic life by slumbering on the hard floor. What does this mean for us? It means I can no longer remember the last time we washed her sheets.
life and puppies 