Well, I think it is safe to say that I suck at the photo a day challenge.
I'm so far behind, and I have no interest in playing catch up.
I'm okay with that.
There just aren't enough hours in the day. Things are slipping through the cracks around here. A self-imposed desire to photograph random things from an arbitrary list was easy to let slip from the list of "must do today".
Squishy is now in physical therapy and occupational therapy. Both therapies agree that Squishy can no longer nap in her swing. For various reasons she must be laying flat when she sleeps. No biggie I thought. She sleeps just fine at night in her bassinet. This won't be too traumatic a transition.
Let us all laugh at my optimism.
I don't know if she misses the noise, or the motion, or if now that she is doing daily exercises she has decided that sleep is for the weak. But my previously perfect napper is now a non-napper, existing solely on random ten to fifteen minute increments of sleep.
She might be trying to kill me.
Today I decided to forego doing laundry in favor of rocking my baby. Endless hours of rocking my baby.
At first I was exasperated, just.go.to.SLEEP.
But then I remembered that this is my baby. My LAST baby. And I remembered that rocking a baby is one of my most favorite things to do in the world. And I've hardly had the chance to sit and catch my breath and rock my baby these past 12 weeks.
It was the greatest afternoon ever.