Veishea

Emily saw her first parade last weekend at VEISHEA, and she absolutely loved it.  We met my sister's family and my parents at the parade, so Emily got to sit on Grandma's lap.  She spent about 45 minutes just watching in awe, although my mom said she could feel Emily tense up with excitement whenever something new - a firetruck, a float, a balloon, motorcycles, a marching band - would come by.  "I hear trumpets coming!"  "The balloon is wearing sunglasses!"  "I love parades!  I love parades!"  Just a few of the very enthusiastic quotes out of my little girl.  Audrey enjoyed it too, from the baby bjorn.  She's such a trooper.  We enjoyed some of the on-campus activities which were really pretty fun for Emily, too.  It was a really great day.

I've figured out that I can lay Audrey down in her crib and she'll fuss herself to sleep in about 5 minutes, and my cue is that she gets really squeaky, ear-piercingly loud.  She likes to suck on her blanket, so I've been sending a taggie blanket with her to daycare now that it's getting to be too warm to snuggle up with a thick fleecey one.  That's the good news in napping here - the bad news is that I haven't been able to get Emily to nap here at home for about two weeks.  She'll nap at daycare, and on Saturday she collapsed after we got home and Travis laid down with her.  Other than that, she stays awake all afternoon, and it is really taking its toll on me.  I'm that crazy lady again; I can't see the positive things, only fret about the things that go wrong.  Emily's had quite a few accidents lately and I am just so tired of it, because, just like napping, she does great around other people but for me she can't get it right.  I just keep thinking if I could get enough rest, I would be able to deal with it the way I want to, but I just get so tired that they feel like personal attacks.  Of course I know that my 2-year-old isn't plotting against me, but it sure feels that way sometimes!

Bringing home Audrey has been the most emotionally challenging thing I've ever done.  I know that probably means I've led a sheltered life to this point, but it is very, very hard.  I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it's weird to picture Audrey doing older-baby things like crawling and eating solid foods.  She's almost 6 months, though, so I suppose it's coming very soon!  I remember the first time liking the 2nd six months much better than the first, so things should be looking up here, soon. 

Travis was really disappointed the other night when he asked Emily what was in the big red bottle and she replied, "Ketchup" instead of  "kepitch."  She's starting to lose all those babyisms!! :(