I really hate making jokes about mental illnesses, so I mean absolutely no disrespect, but if I were to call any day “bipolar,” it would be today.
We began the day with the BEST night we’ve had since Laela was born. No wake ups in the night, and they were still asleep when I woke at 8:00am. Both kids started stirring soon afterwards, but it was quite wonderful.
After the best night even came probably one of the worst mornings. Dekker was thoroughly unhappy to be at church and after three or so time outs, he and Brady spent the rest of the service in the van. Yes, we could have all left, but that was exactly what Dekker wanted. He wanted to go to grandmas. Which I understand! I wanted to go to my moms too! But we came to church, and we were going to stay. So it was rough. Laela was tired through church, but adorable and very playful. She wasn’t loud or obnoxiously crying, but she played on the floor and growled and smiled at people. It was endearing.
Right after church, we went to my parents and fed Dekker s0me lunch before the rest of us ate, and put him to bed. He was acting up so badly, and he obviously needed to sleep. So he cried and cried but fell asleep fairly quickly. Laela also went down fairly quickly. Just in time for the steaks to be ready! We had a delicious and massive lunch of mashed potatoes, steak, and hot veggies. YUM!
My mom and I left for the city in the afternoon and did a quick grocery shop, threw all of our cardboard into a recycle bin, picked up coffee, and a big jug of water so we can actually make bottles and brush our teeth while this ridiculous boil water advisory is on. We drove along the river in the rain and got in some good visits. I feel like I haven’t talked to her in weeks. It was good.
The evening went much smoother. Dekker has slept a solid three hours, and Laela took two naps, so everyone was in better spirits. We left at a good time without any whining, but lots of buh-byes and loves. Now, Deks is in bed and Laela is having her bottle. The bath is run and I’m trying to think about a snack.
Oh! Snack!! Guys, I lost a bit more baby weight!! I’m not sure I’ve talked much about it on here, and I probably shouldn’t, but just a little bit of a success story first. At two weeks postpartum, I weighed myself and was decently happy with where I was at. I’ve been at that same amount since then, which feels less and less like a number I’m happy with. Happy news, I’m now down five pounds from that!!! I technically still have eleven pounds to go to get to my pre-pregnancy weight, but would actually be happy with only losing three more. I’d love to lose it all but I’m not sure its a great idea. Hard to know :/ Doesn’t really matter. I’m just feeling encouraged and happy that I’m making some of the right choices.
The end! Today was confusing and all over the place, but it turned out to be a relatively seamless day. I’m pretty happy with the turnout.