Guys, I’ve had a draft for Remy Bea’s 11 month update in process for, like, weeks. And… well, I just can’t. Because other than her being a lot more mobile as of late, not much has changed.
Actually, here’s what has changed since her 10 month update:
- She is eating even more than before, which I didn’t think was humanly possible. I’m surprised this kid isn’t a tank, seriously.
- But she hasn’t gained any more weight than her 10 month update (which makes her — still — very small).
- And she’s almost walking. I say almost because this chick is way too lazy to walk. She can walk along furniture and her walker, but she knows that when she needs to get from Point A to Point B, it’s much faster to crawl and hustle.
- Oh, and she’s still not sleeping. Like, at all. And it sucks.
It really, really, sucks.
I can’t even put it more eloquently than that. My mind is fried from 11 months of not sleeping. Words… sentences… metaphors… they all escape me. The only word that makes sense is ‘sucks.’ And it, well, sucks.
But I’d be lying if I said that there’s something that I have learned over the last 11 months. And that is that those fleeting good moments? They are really, really, good.
Babies are cute, y’all. But that’s pretty much as good as it gets until they can speak. Until then it seems like an endless cycle of: cry, look cute, cry, smile to restore your faith, cry again, poop all over you, cry, and giggle. And then cry again.
Perhaps we have the perfect combination of a ridiculously miserable baby and a ridiculously sweet toddler. Maybe that’s why a little time with Ari can feel so restorative. He’s the yin to her yang; He’s the calm to her crazy.
Happy Tuesday, friends! I hope someone looks at you today the way that Ari looks at me as he kisses me on the nose. 😍😍