I have been bragging for a month now about Presley going to The Ark Preschool two days a week. The 5 hours I'll get to myself on Tuesday and Thursday will be fabulous. I can clean the house in one day, work on items for the shop, drink a glass of wine midday, lounge by the pool, work out (yeah, right...), get organized - the possibilities are endless! I love my baby girl and truly feel blessed that I'm able to stay at home with her, but she is one spitfire ball of energy and curiosity. Plus, I think socializing without me and structured play time will be good for her.
But today I got a little sad. I'm not sure why exactly. I know I'm anxious about her naptime. We just got down to one nap a day last week, and that's only sometimes. On top of that, they have them sleep on the floor on nap mats. I made a cozy one for her, but she doesn't do well when not contained her her crib. And when she's around a lot of noise. And if her shoes are still on. And if she's overtired. Let's face it: She's a high maintenance sleeper. The worst that can happen is that she doesn't nap at all, which means she'll nap when she gets home at 2:30. That's not so bad.
But I think I'm focusing on this detail so I won't focus too much on the bigger one: Time goes by so fast. 16 months is still a baby, but it's very different then 16 weeks, which seemed like just yesterday and an entire lifetime ago. I feel like I'm going to blink, and she'll be in college. I'm ready and excited for all of her next steps, but I wish time would freeze every once in a while. And then sometimes I'm glad it doesn't. Hmmm...
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