Dear Evelyn Morgan,
How in the world are you half a year old already? I just barely gave birth to you, and blink, you are six months old. You are growing up way to fast for me! Please slow down. I want my baby girl for a while longer, please.
Although this past month hasn’t been the best for me, you have blossomed the past four weeks. You are trying to hit all the milestones right now–again, slow down! Everyone loves you and calls you “princess” or “baby doll”, to which Rhys responds, “Not princess, Evie!” He’s becoming fiercely protective of you and absolutely loves you. You also went swimming for the first time with us and the not-warm water didn’t phase you at all. You loved it and tried to splash the whole time. We have also transitioned you to the big tub with your brother–you use his old booster seat as a bath chair until you are better at sitting up. Again, you absolutely love being in the water and spend the whole time splashing.
Thank you so much for being the father of my children. I couldn’t have asked for a better man.
Well, this has been a month. And not in a good way. There have been so many fails this month. Sigh. But, that’s ok. I’m allowed a crappy month every once in a while. Because at least I have these two adorable goofballs to raise my spirits every day. So, here is what we are currently up to.
May got away from me. After a major plateau, and even a little hill in weight
los s gain, a bad bout of depression and anxiety spurred by a new birth control, a daughter who is struggling to sleep through the night, and a son who is potty trained completely only when he isn’t wearing underwear, I struggled. Bad. Exercising fell off the radar, as did any motivation and most of my participation in Church. Most days were spent on the couch, letting the Wii-U and TV reign supreme, ordering out for lunch, struggling to somewhat clean the house before Justin came home, falling behind in blogging and freelancing, and wth a frown on my face.
I’m embarrassed to say that I really didn’t get any of goals from May done. I fell into such a funk and I let the funk rule over me. After Memorial Day weekend, I was determined to start fresh–clean house, clean mind, on top of things, positive and healthy. That last all of Memorial Day. Then, I decided to start fresh on June 1st. Lasted only a day. I want to start fresh today, but the house isn’t clean, dishes aren’t done, none of my blog posts or freelancing is done for this week–I always seem to play catch up and never can stay ahead.
I grew up loving tuna sandwiches. I don’t know what it is about it…I just did. I could even smell it from quite far away …. but then again, it’s fish, so anyone could. My dad was the only other person in my family who enjoyed tuna. When I went to college, a roommate of mine boiled some egg noodles, poured tuna, sour cream, and peas in the pot and mixed it all up. I was intrigued. I had never had anything like it and I loved it! She told me it was a simplified version of tuna casserole. So, I came to love tuna casserole!