It’s been a week. Apparently little was funny. All I found on my phone was Maisie dreaming of the meals she’d have from the new bag of dog food I just bought.
We’re in the middle of insurance adjustors and craziness. Blaine’s van is headed for the junk yard this weekend, but his truck is up and running again, the dishwasher tried to flood the kitchen tonight but I was still in the room to catch it, and before that, the biggest issue of the day was not enough clothespins for the load of clothes. I can’t complain.
Ellie took a few steps on her own tonight. She’s 14 months and Eden, Charlotte, and Pierce all started walking at 14 months old. Then again, Liberty was 17 months, Ruby was 12 months, and Sterling was 19 months. So… She’s still very much on a normal range around here. At any rate, whenever she gets past the “pull herself up on my pant leg and see his well my jeans fit” stage, that will be a good day. It’s not my favorite. She also said”momma” three times today. I might have a name other than the kissy face she does to name me yet. Maybe.
I’ll do my best to up the ante this next week. Blog posts are suffering. Something has to give.