One Week and Counting

There is so much going on right now, I can't even begin to start. The baby is growing, and despite serious doubts, he has been named. The name fits a son of Matthew perfectly, I think. I like it well enough, although it is more normal than I would have hoped. Your hopes may be well up, but I am not going to reveal the name on mass terms yet; some people know.

In other news, it is one week until Aurelia's first birthday. Why is this such a milestone? I know I've gotten teary eyed as I looked through the first pictures we took of her at the hospital and those from the first days we had her at home last year. But, really, why? Wasn't I expecting this since before the very beginning? Kids age; that's their job. It's my job to let them and help them to do so. So, why all the emotion centered around this, the first birthday? Could it be as banal a reason as we survived it. We are happy, healthy and where we should be (brain-wise). Is it simple exhaustion? We've hit this mark, and somehow all the struggles of a new baby overcome us and we are so tired thinking about it, we cry. Who knows? I certainly can't put a hormonal finger on it. Either way, Mema is coming to spend the week with us in a few days, and we couldn't be more excited despite the state of our house. Hopefully, she remembers all too well the days when she had young, destructive children and how clean her house really was during that time. She does.... I tell myself this as I forgo vacuuming to take a nap.

We are awaiting news regarding Matthew's career developments. Things could be changing here alot sooner than we'd hoped. In an effort not to get too excited, I'll leave it at that. It's only been three days. Waiting will be the order of the day for several more weeks.

That will be all for now, and maybe this time I'll do better keeping it up. Or not.