Well no one told the state of Minnesota. We had 16 inches of snow dumped on us overnight and over the day. Snow day. No school. On May 2. The thing is that school days are officially NUMBERED. As in, countdowns to summer have begun. Usually I am as anxious as the big girls for school to end and the lazy days of summer to begin. Now I am in a state of semi-panic.
I need all the school days that are left! I need to prepare for the apocalypse that is my children together for 3 months in a row.
It will be great, right?
Oh, I turned 33. Somehow this seems old. Much, much older than 32. And insanely dull. Who cares about being 33? It was beautiful outside. So lovely you couldn't even be mad about getting older. We went for a walk. That is how you party at age 33 with 4 wonderful children.
I swear my fourth child was here. Photo evidence notwithstanding.
Oh, Addie Lu, as everyone has taken to calling you, how you have changed. With the cheeks and the silliness. We are creeping up on 10 months of life with you, but it seems as if you have always been here somehow.
You don't crawl yet. You scoot backwards and yell loudly as you move further and further from your destination. This culminates in you lifting up your arms and legs as if you are parachuting out of an airplane. Basically the opposite of what might result in crawling.
You are dainty and clean. You pick up food off of your highchair tray with the most delicate little pincer grasp anyone has ever seen.
You sleep. God bless your little heart, you sleep. Sometimes you wake up once, eat and snuggle back in to sleep. You hardly ever cry. But if you need something you let everyone know. You occasionally go on two day streaks of yelling. "Not cuz your cross, you just like how it sounds." It always surprises us.
You often sleep with your arms behind your head and your elbows out to the side like wings. When we lay you down to sleep you assume this position and then wiggle your entire body back and forth. We call it "the sillies." You wiggle them out, close your eyes and go to sleep.
You never stop moving. (It is difficult to get a photo of you that is completely in focus because of this!) Even as you nurse to sleep you kick at least one foot until you fall asleep. You have mastered crawling. You began with a method we called the "6 inch worm" move. It wasn't so much army crawling as army scooting - all arms and then propelling forward with the inside of your left foot. (You love moving so much you developed a callous on your left foot.) You have moved on to cross crawling and now pull yourself up to standing.
All this eating and all this moving, but you don't sleep. Two hours after you go to bed you are awake. Wanting. Food or snuggles or both. It is exhausting and fleeting so I try to embrace it. (Some nights are easier than others.)
I have forgiven you everything, however, because today you kissed me. You leaned over, pressed your little lips against my cheek and beamed at me. Three times.