Well friends, here I go with my very first blog post. My little Evie turned 6 months last Saturday. I realized, yet again, that almost everything I have been told by adults throughout my life has been correct. For instance: money doesn't grow on trees, nice guys make the best husbands, pregnancy is not glamorous, sleep is wonderful, and kids grow up wayyyyy too fast. It's ironic that I am only now realizing that the adults were right...now that it's too late to learn from their experiences because I've already had my own. I committed last night to believing everything adults tell me from now on. I wonder if that is a bad idea?
Anyway, my point is, Evie is growing up way too fast. I'm constantly torn between wanting to encourage her progress and wanting to freeze her in suspended animation so that she will never change. She can now roll over, sit up by herself, and scoot around the floor. In fact, she scooted all around the white carpet with a poopy diaper the other day. It left a few nice yellow streaks :)
She is such a sweet girl. She loves to cuddle and read/eat books, smile, laugh, growl, play with other babies, play the piano, and go on walks in her stroller. She is a good sport and tags along with most of our adult activities. The only difficult aspect she has brought into my life is the fact that she doesn't often feel like entertaining herself, which means that I either get nothing done, or must do things with a baby on my hip (which is just a fancy way of getting nothing done).
I always knew that I would enjoy being a mother, but I never imagined how much. 7 months ago I had a pretty clear idea of how I wanted things to go once the baby was here: I wanted to both work and be a mother. I didn't want my 6 years of college and 1 year of work experience as an RN to evaporate and be replaced by baby talk and housework - although, those have their place. Then Eve came along. 3 months after she was born, I returned to work. I started back part-time, then went to on-call, then went to on-call half shifts. I recently put in my 2 weeks notice and will no longer work at Timpanogos Hospital after August 6th. I'm reading a book called "Baby Signs" (how to teach your baby sign language), I subscribed to a recipe mailing list, and I started a blog. And you know what? I couldn't be happier. The adults have told me that there will come a time when I long to leave the house and my screaming kids, and perhaps then I will want to work here and there, but right now I just want to be with my daughter. I'm so glad that, for the time being, our situation allows me to do that.
So, here is a little video illustrating what I now do with my time. Happy 1/2 Birthday, Evie! (p.s. Sorry the video quality is so poor).
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