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We don't sleep in this house. We nap.
Finally Anastasia's getting her 8 hour winks.
Finally Anastasia's getting her 8 hour winks.
After 4 1/2 months of happily waking up 8 times,
then 6 times,
then 4 times,
then three times,
now only once a night only must I utter the two sleep depriving words.
"Babe. Bottle."
Breastfeeding or not, our girl can always empty the bottle. :)
AVN★ML & Daddy
One House of Imagination supporter emailed me yesterday:
"Now again, this is a project that is MASSIVE!
I honestly think that you may end up burning yourselves out if you try to do this all at once, and I hope that you guys recognize this, but you will keep going with this dream, but be smart and do it a piece at a time. But for some reason, I do believe you guys will do it."
It's odd.
Because I know we'll do it.
I have this unexplainable confidence and fearlessness.
As if I've already done it before.
Déjà vu?
The mental being is gluttonous!
We want to learn everything---do everything--reach, strive, know, achieve!
But it becomes physically tiresome, all of the learning and reaching and stuff.
*YAAAAWWWWWN*
It's equivalent to riding a unicycle and balancing a stack of your best china while scaling the Grand Canyon.
Ok. I'm over-exaggerating.
*YAAAAAWWWNNNNNNN*
Our romance may be fleeting.
Our house may be disheveled.
And we may not be seeing our honeymoon cruise for--------never.
But our life is poetry in constant motion. It's exciting.
Capivating. And as fulfilling as we want it to be.
then 6 times,
then 4 times,
then three times,
now only once a night only must I utter the two sleep depriving words.
"Babe. Bottle."
Breastfeeding or not, our girl can always empty the bottle. :)
AVN★ML & DaddyOne House of Imagination supporter emailed me yesterday:
"Now again, this is a project that is MASSIVE!
I honestly think that you may end up burning yourselves out if you try to do this all at once, and I hope that you guys recognize this, but you will keep going with this dream, but be smart and do it a piece at a time. But for some reason, I do believe you guys will do it."
It's odd.
Because I know we'll do it.
I have this unexplainable confidence and fearlessness.
As if I've already done it before.
Déjà vu?
The mental being is gluttonous!
We want to learn everything---do everything--reach, strive, know, achieve!
But it becomes physically tiresome, all of the learning and reaching and stuff.
*YAAAAWWWWWN*
It's equivalent to riding a unicycle and balancing a stack of your best china while scaling the Grand Canyon.
Ok. I'm over-exaggerating.
*YAAAAAWWWNNNNNNN*
Our romance may be fleeting.
Our house may be disheveled.
And we may not be seeing our honeymoon cruise for--------never.
But our life is poetry in constant motion. It's exciting.
Capivating. And as fulfilling as we want it to be.
And we make time for the REALLY important things---like snuggles,
walks and midnight refrigerator raids.
And that apparently is all the time we need.
G'night
walks and midnight refrigerator raids.
And that apparently is all the time we need.
G'night
