I fell off the blogging wagon late last year. I also fell off the Twitter and Facebook wagon. I really got into a funk and it got worse the closer we got to Hannah's 1st birthday. To sum it up, she laughed and I cried.
I had a really hard time with her turning 1. I'm not a sentimental person at all and generally avoid any and all emotional scenes but with my husband refusing to consider having a second child I started to think that she might be the only one I'd ever have and it just broke my heart. I have 2 sisters and 13 aunts and uncles so I come from a fairly large family. I always thought I would have 3 or 4 kids so Hubby's refusal to have another has really messed with my brain.
My job has also turned into a soul sucking endeavor so there's no relief there either.
Anyway, to sum up the end of the year we had 1 birthday, my grandfather in law died and we ended up making 3 trips to South Carolina in the space of 4 weeks. By Christmas I was ready to get back to my own home. My MIL is nice but we ran out of things to say after about 2.5 days. That's the crazy thing about vacations, nothing like one to make work look good.
Anyway, we have entered new toddler territory- fighting over solid food (which she won't eat), naps (which she won't take) and Nighttime screaming fits (which she has every night). So now I'm sleep deprived and working on this blog at 1 AM. Happy New Year.
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I had a really hard time with her turning 1. I'm not a sentimental person at all and generally avoid any and all emotional scenes but with my husband refusing to consider having a second child I started to think that she might be the only one I'd ever have and it just broke my heart. I have 2 sisters and 13 aunts and uncles so I come from a fairly large family. I always thought I would have 3 or 4 kids so Hubby's refusal to have another has really messed with my brain.
My job has also turned into a soul sucking endeavor so there's no relief there either.
Anyway, to sum up the end of the year we had 1 birthday, my grandfather in law died and we ended up making 3 trips to South Carolina in the space of 4 weeks. By Christmas I was ready to get back to my own home. My MIL is nice but we ran out of things to say after about 2.5 days. That's the crazy thing about vacations, nothing like one to make work look good.
Anyway, we have entered new toddler territory- fighting over solid food (which she won't eat), naps (which she won't take) and Nighttime screaming fits (which she has every night). So now I'm sleep deprived and working on this blog at 1 AM. Happy New Year.
