Bridget is all about pulling up onto her feet these days. I haven't checked Louisa's baby book yet (oh, the mere mention of which makes me cringe because YIKES I haven't written anything in Bridget's book yet and she is almost EIGHT MONTHS OLD, bad mama...) what was I saying? Right, I haven't checked Louisa's book yet but I am pretty sure that Bridget is pulling up at a younger age than Louisa did. She's pretty good at it except that: 1) She gets distracted and forgets to hold on, and she's not so good that she can stand up without holding on, and 2) She has Louisa around, who is likely to run up and push/pull/pat/squeeze/laugh at/holler at/otherwise startle or disrupt Bridget from the task at hand (not falling down). I predict a lot more faceplants in Bridget's future. It would be weird to have her wear a helmet around the house, right?
So, we made it back to school & work today and I think everyone had a good day. Louisa in particular was SO EXCITED to see her friends this morning. Basically, the minute we walked into the room I ceased to exist in her eyes. I was all, "ok, I'm leaving, have a good day, I'll see you later..." and by the time I was 2 words into that sentence, she had disappeared off into the chaos of the preschool room in the morning. It wasn't even like she immediately dismissed me, she just immediately FORGOT me. Which is great, actually. I'm glad she's so happy at school.
We also went ahead and put in our application for the magnet elementary school that has a pre-kindergarten. I'm trying to just put that out of my mind entirely because it's such a long-shot that we'll get in.
So now I'm just trying to figure out how to get back into the groove of everyday life while still accomplishing things like finding 15 minutes a day to organize the house, 15 minutes a day to clean and 15 minutes a day to blog. That doesn't sound like much, 45 minutes a day... but it is surprisingly difficult in light of the fact that mornings are such a rush that none of that can happen in the morning. Dinner/bath/bedtime is also a crazy time, which means that none of those things can happen until the kids are tucked into bed. That sounds so sweet, tucked into bed, like you just tuck them in and say "good night" and turn out the light and then go about your day. HA! I suppose it happens that way in some homes. Not this one. At the moment, for example, I'm typing this with a sleeping baby in my arms. It's about even odds as to whether she'll wake up and cry when I put her down or whether she'll sleep peacefully for the next few hours. And she's the good sleeper. On the upside, she sure is sweet, and I know that before I know it she's going to be a big tall three-year-old who only cuddles up in my lap when she doesn't feel well. So, while part of my new year's philosophy is that TODAY is the only day to clean and organize because tomorrow, well, who knows? It's also true that TODAY is the day to cuddle the kids because, you know, tomorrow-- who knows?