Happy Friday, friends!
It’s almost scary to me that I’m sitting here writing Friday Morning Coffee, Erin is going to be here in an hour, we are packing up our four hundred kids (okay, THREE) and heading into Chicago to spend time at an event at Little Beans Cafe. I don’t know what to expect, I just know that 93% of my best friends will be there with their kiddies and there will be coffee, so really, everything is right about that situation. (of course, a kid-free, martini-filled evening is pretty perfect, too, I’m not going to lie.)
Did you guys know I’m still nursing? I am. Eli turns ten months tomorrow and I still absolutely love it
Anyway, so, it’s true. I love nursing and I think he does, too. Sometimes, when I get him out of his crib, he takes his pacifier out, opens his mouth and tries to latch on to something, whatever is closest…sometimes I think, “wow, he’s not very smart.” But most of the time I think “I can’t wait to give him this thing that he loves.” (and that I love, too.)
The only problem is that I’m concerned he’s not drinking enough. Things seem different this week, like my production may be down or he’s losing interest? You guys wouldn’t believe what a great table food eater he is, he will eat anything (except baby food in a jar, he likes to feed himself.) Noah and I were talking about Eli being so big today, how it seems like yesterday he was in my belly and Noah would give my belly high fives and say “hi five, baby!” And now, he follows him around and is aware of all his milestones. (this week: standing.) (don’t worry, I push him down, I’m not ready for the standing, yet.)
Anna and Noah are both overprotective of him and always have a watchful eye on him. We have a very large play area in the living set up for Eli to play. Eli loves to escape, which I don’t mind so much because he’s so damn cute…but sometimes, I mind, because, you know, I work from home. I swear to you, upon a successful escape he laughs and evil laugh and crawls faster than any child, ever. He always crawls towards either A. the stairs. B. the refrigerator or C. the washing machine.
He’s such an amazing baby.
This week I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on the good the surrounds me. Don’t get me wrong, I do this a lot, but this week, in particular, I’m feeling extra fortuitous which means I’m also feeling extra grateful. I called Brian last Saturday to tell him this story about walking into Justice and hearing the song that Anna is singing at her talent show tonight, I was so proud of her for facing her fears and was just overwhelmed by this store that she loves so much and the song playing and MY LIFE. I told him how happy I was and how scared I was that I was going to get in a car accident or that something terrible was bound to happen.
He assured me that nothing bad would happen and although I know he has no idea what is going to happen, I appreciate him listening and not telling me I’m crazy.
I’m working on my faith right now…
I’m focusing on AMAZING people in my life, tons of gifts that sprinkle my life daily and the fact that love is abundant here and I’m going to work on keeping my fears at bay.
(isn’t it interesting that I start Friday Morning Coffee having no idea, whatsoever, what I’m going to write about? So fun.)
Anyway, I need to get myself ready. My hair looks like two raccoons had a morning ruckus in there and well, I think Eli should probably have a diaper change before we go.
So. Happy Friday. Thanks for reading. Thank you for listening.