Long weekends, that is. I was at the mall with my mom today, and we found an adorable outfit for Charlotte...only problem, they didn't have her size. (What is her size anyway? She's twenty-three months and two days--not that I'm counting--and she still wears eighteen month clothes. Go figure.) But of course, she HAS to have this super-cute outfit, so we discussed the possibility of going to Brandon to find it at another store. But when do we have time? We could go on Monday, I suggested...BECAUSE WE HAVE NO SCHOOL!!!!! Yay.
Anyway. Yes, I am stressed and tired enough that I'm getting more excited than usual about an extra day off. The house is coming together, slowly but surely, and we have about 4 weeks to get it together so it's ready in time for...Charlotte's second birthday party! Can you believe it? I know I can't...Brian and I were talking today about how we remember our drive home from the hospital with her so clearly it could have been yesterday. Charlotte was so tiny that her carseat swallowed her up; it didn't even hold her upright and I just KNEW she was going to fall over.
I mean, look at that. It can't have been safe! Brian drove about 40 miles an hour from the hospital to our house, and the whole way we're both looking out the windows at the world that was so familiar to us, and at the same time so completely changed from what we had known two days earlier. Every once in a while we'd look at each other like, "Who is going to let us take this child home and be responsible for her?" Sometimes I still think someone is going to come and tell me I have no business being a parent.
But...it hasn't happened yet. Until it does, I do the best I can with my baby girl who is becoming less and less a baby every day, but who, to me, will always be the tiny creature who rode home in that huge carseat.
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