Gearing up for the party. Why is it that when you have the most to accomplish, your body decides it is a good time to flake out and come down with something...I'm trying to burn it out with hot liquids although I don't think it is working. I don't have time to be sick!
I was cleaning and found these in the front closet...it was trash day but I couldn't bring myself to just put them on the curb so we loaded them into the car and took them to phone book recycling...there were 20, not including the bag of wet ones on the front porch which I keep forgetting about. Ridiculous I know but I never thought to get rid of the old as the new ones came I just shoved them in. At least the vacuum cleaner can be put away instead of hanging out in plain view all the time.
It is scary to delete the photos off the camera. I am now going to load everything onto my flash for back up....I should probably burn them to cd's as well...all in good time. I need to learn that it is ok not to keep every single picture that I take. Most of them are not good anyways. It was a friend who said "I take and take and take and take for a couple of really good shots!"
Brenna seems to be back to her old self. Full of toddlerisms that's for sure. I think her birthday is going to be fun for her this year. She has been walking around singing "Happy Birthday to me," all on her own...no coaching necessary. Such a silly, silly girl.
It's hard to believe that 2 years ago we were sitting in the hospital scared out of our minds about this little girl and the long road we thought we would be traveling down. In a matter of a few short days, we were amazed by the tiny girl born 8 weeks too soon. Nobody told her she was a preemie...preemie shmeemie mommy & daddy. Despite those long first weeks in the hospital (or short, as 3 weeks may seem to those who had a much longer stay than we did), she proved fiesty from minute one and has continued to be that way, proving to everyone that 8 weeks didn't mean anything to her. Size didn't matter in this case. Being her daddy's firey, fiesty, tempermental little girl meant everything. She's still has that same temperment and strong personality and I wouldn't want her any other way. The challenges were many but the milestones she surpassed and the joy she brings to us everyday makes every minute of that 32 week delivery priceless.
I'm getting all sentimental and weepy which that much worse because I don't feel 100% so I'm going to stop here. I need to rest so I can have energy when the little girl wakes up from her nap.
