That has been our lives the last three weeks and on into [insert big black hole.]
House stuff, family stuff, friends stuff, general stuff, etc...stuff. We’ve had a lot of after work commitments to fulfill, lots of them social so definitely not a bad thing but before you know it it’s Thursday and you have yet to sit for half an hour on your couch that you love so much and you quickly reflect on the days gone by where all you did was suck couch. Sigh. Weekend is right around the corner and the stuff picks right back up.
Dom and I have both have had pretty intense work schedules right now too, Chicago, Detroit, me – Dallas. Oh, yes, let’s pause on that one.
I was scheduled to leave for Dallas Thursday morning for work meetings, coming home Friday morning. It wasn’t required to stay overnight but my brother lives there right now while doing an internship. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit the liquor bottle decorated, office chair for furniture, bachelor pad, home sweet dump that he has. I’m actually SUPER proud of him, but I do love what straight guys do to the place. Rewind again to Thursday at about 1:35 a.m., Brooklyn is stirring, baby monitor is LOUD AND CLEAR GET THE F*** UP screaming at you. My turn, I went upstairs to check on her and she’s sitting in her crib, stares at me, and pukes. I alluded to this puke in my previous post. Yeah....let me know if there are any tricks out there to direct a 10 month old on how to puke in ‘appropriate’ places. 5 hours later and I’m in the shower trying to figure out how in the hell I could do this drive to Dallas on 3 hours sleep. Easy – caffeine.
Fast forward to Friday night, I puke. Saturday, Dom pukes.
Awesome.
All good now, everyone is back to normal.
I just have that sense of change, not sure what it is, but it’s there. It’s progress at it’s best, life in motion. Dom is heading back to New York in August, going to the beach this weekend, various opportunities on the horizon. Just change. All of that, though, suddenly went into perspective for me though the other day when my baby girl demonstrated change to me more than anything. In the midst of craziness she pulls her attempt to walk. Jaws drop, freeze in place, “BABE!!! OMG!!! LOOK!!!!.” Four steps, crash. Couldn’t believe it and literally paused life to just watch HER. Such adorable innocence and determination. Her winds of change, blowing wild and free.
In that moment, all mine stood still.
(If anyone knows of video rotating software that is trustworthy, please let me know.)
Happy 10 months baby girl! Every month that passes you show me how I can love you even more.
This is from when we went to visit my youngest brother play football last fall at ACU. Brooklyn was just a tiny little pup and it was one of the first times my entire family was together since she had been born. The whole crew was there, even Uncle Rob, who is holding her in this picture. The weekend was an awesome memory and this again reminds me to appreciate my family and all their love and support. I was, and obviously still am, SO proud of my little one so sharing her with my brothers is AWESOME. 
The rest of the trip was amazing too. Brooklyn came into the city on Saturday, we had lunch at our favorite spot and she LOVED to eat pasta with her daddy. Spent lots of time in Central Park, visited her bridge, Chinatown, just really soaked it all in. We walked as much as possible but was truly impressed at my little one's ability to handle planes, trains, buses, taxi's, her stroller. The plane ride home I had that baby - the one that is done sitting still, does not understand why we are not moving, SCREAMING, and TIRED. I just look at everyone and want to tell them she is only expressing loudly how you are all feeling now that we have been taxi'ing on the runway for over half an hour. So suck it.