Hey friends, we’re back!
I’ll keep the actual beach recap short by saying this: it was fun. Molly loved the sand and the water and all of it. I loved spending 24 hours/day with my daughter and bonding with her in a deeper way than I can during my too-short weekends. I loved how we fell into a routine, and how Eric was more helpful than ever because he wasn’t tired and burnt out from a stressful workday. We both decided that the only logical solution for us would be to win the lottery. Now we just have to play.
Just a hair over 13 months old and Molly started experimenting with a slight side step before plopping back down and scooting. She is still incredibly sturdy on her feet when standing and zooms all over the place when we help her walk, but as far as walking alone… nope, wasn’t having it. We got back from the beach on Friday, unpacked and did all the laundry, and then spent a leisurely Saturday/Sunday hanging out at Eric’s parent’s pool. I could tell that the walking was going to happen any day but as of Sunday night, no dice. Monday morning I dropped her off at my sister’s house, and a couple of hours later I got the text – she took three steps! By that afternoon we had a video to prove it and my heart simultaneously broke and exploded with pride. She was walking… but I missed it. By like 12 hours.
Besides her momentous day of milestones, my sister said yesterday was pretty regular – she went down for her nap, played, had a good time, etc. So that doesn’t really explain what happened later that night. Now, normally putting Molly to bed is a breeze. She starts rubbing her eyes anywhere between 7 and 8, I rock her and give her a bottle, and then lay her in her crib and turn on her Pandora lullabies. It can be light out, the neighbors can be mowing the lawn, or whatever, and she usually just tosses and turns for a while and falls asleep about 10 minutes after I leave the room.
Well, not last night. Every time I put her down in her crib she screamed bloody murder. Not cried like, wahhh, I’m grumpy and not ready for bed yet. More like screamed as though she were being kidnapped and would never see her family again. I kept coming back in to rock her and she would grip onto me so tightly it made me feel terrible. I tried laying with her in my bed… sitting by her bed and singing… stroking her cheek… no matter what, no matter how relaxed she was in my presence, the second I left the room she would start screaming again. This went on for three. solid. hours. Now, I realize I could have it so much worse. I know some kids are like this every night. But I’m used to the easy-peasy baby who basically puts herself to bed. I wonder if she had separation anxiety after our ten days straight of being together… which makes me feel both good and bad. At least she really does miss me (because considering how happy she is with Ashley, sometimes I wonder).
Nothing else too exciting going on. We are going camping in two weeks – probably our only trip of the year, which is kind of sad. How did the summer slip by so quickly? In no time it’ll be fall and then I’ll be having a baby! Like… what?!! I am soooo not prepared for that. We still haven’t figured out the room situation. We are pretty set on the name but I’m hesitant to share it in case it changes again. I still need to get all the hand-me-down clothes from multiple sources… and sort them… and put them away in the non-existent dresser drawers. It’s such a daunting task that I’d rather just keep putting it off.
Hope everyone is having a great August so far! I took like 160 photos at the beach, and I won’t make you suffer through all of them.
Here are the highlights: