Please note that I use the word "we" loosely...I use it in the marital sense of what's mine is yours and all of that. Truthfully, Josh has been busily getting ready for baby Joey. I've been laying in bed, growing the baby and giving directions.
Some of them are quite reasonable, "Lets hang these pictures in that spot." or "We might find it helpful to have this load of baby paraphenelia washed and ready to go when we come home from the hospital."
Others...well...
"What do you mean you put the laundry detergent on top of the clothes?"
The other day, Josh was re-arranging our room to make room for Joey's play yard/co-sleeper thing. (I know there are MANY opinions regarding baby sleeping. We've made the choice that seems like it will work for us but who knows.) So, our bedroom required that a few items be shifted. Nothing major (easy for me to say since I wasn't doing any of the actual moving). The biggest shift was Millie's bed. It was not a physically difficult shift but Millie is a small creature who doesn't love change. Really, who can blame her? How many of the rest of us are peachy keen when our own apple carts are upset? As Josh was moving things around, she went from sleeping to wide awake and perched deeply in my lap as she could get. Occasionally she would walk to the end of the bed and check things out but would quickly scamper back to Mommy. Then, after it was all said and done, she sniffed and sniffed around the room trying to figure things out.
Thankfully, stinker butt is adjusting well.
Really this is a big month for her. Not only is Joey coming (fingers crossed) but she also needs to be groomed and make her annual visit to the vet.
In the midst of your watermelon and ice cream and summer fun, light a candle or say a prayer because for Millie, I think July will be re-named the Month of Doom.
(Mommy, why do you insist on taking pictures of me when I am trying to sleep?)
(Our beautiful little girl)
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