Spring Ahead

So it's March already.

I swear winter was (snaps fingers) that quick. It's already Daylight Savings Time. I am determined to stay awake to watch the clock go from 1am to 3am. I'm such a dork I know it. I always say I want to wait for it and I never do. The one on my cable box does it automatically so we'll see what happens. It's 1:25am now.

To pass the time I will write about how amazing my daughter is.

We are teaching her to read with the Your Baby Can Read stuff that you have probably seen on infomercials zillions of times. She is quite good. We started her at around 2 1/2 months and she now touches her toes and her head and her nose when she sees those words on the screen. She also claps now too, which I think is so cute.

Also, She has learned to pull herself up on the couch on her toys on my leg...anything. She hasn't crawled yet so I'm a bit concerned. Will she skip crawling all together? I highly doubt it. Well at least I hope not. I want my daughter to experience all that there is in life. No rushing it. It breaks my heart sometimes to see her moving swiftly through each of her milestones.

Which reminds me...Greg made me so sad today. Nothing bad just he made a comment about not being able to see Kendall when she first crawls. His exact words..."I'm going to miss it" As he watched me play with her and praise her for her accomplishments (She sorta kinda army crawled). He was trying to say that Kendall will crawl for the first time while he was at work and he would miss it. My eyes started to sting and as they welled up with tears I said "I'll catch it on tape...if you are not here."

It's hard for him. To go to work everyday. I see it on his face. It makes me feel so worthless to know that I get to play with the baby all day long while he is busting his ass. He has overtime tomorrow for 10 hours starting at 7am which means he has to wake up at 6am on a Sunday. I love him so much, and bless his heart, he loves me too. He works hard so I can stay home. The amount of guilt I have is immense.

I have to get over it though. My daughter is thriving. She's happy, well -fed and progressing beautifully. She says "dada" now. I love it. I was so glad when she did. I surprised Greg when he got home from work. I encouraged Kendall to say "dada for Daddy" and sure enough she did. Over and Over again. She also lights up when she sees him, I know he loves that. She does not do that for me at all.

1:38am.

That kind of gives you an idea of how fast (or slow rather) that I type. :)

I am trying not to type too loudly because I am sitting on the bed next to Greg and Kendall- they are both sleeping. before I started writing this post I was browsing Greg and my iTunes playlist. Yes, BOTH of us share one now. I don't know why it feels so weird, so committing. On Facebook I mentioned how to me combining our playlists makes us as good as married. It's true. We both love music and putting our tastes together in this way was very intimate. Now when we select shuffle when playing songs from the library, we're bound to get something from either side of our interests or something that crosses over. Whatever, I'm probably making it more than what it is but like I said, feels weird.

Only 1:45am.

By the way, Greg and I have been having some great sex lately. We're not using condoms still because we're numb skulls I guess. We're not going to learn our lesson until it happens again but for now we're perfectly fine thinking we're invincible.

By "it" I mean getting pregnant if it wasn't obvious.

I don't want to be pregnant, at least not really. I do miss my belly and I miss my daughter every move being like a secret between us. Sometimes she would just move for me because whenever I would put someone's hand to my belly to feel her move, she would stop. I always thought to myself that maybe she just did it for me. But then her Daddy would rub my tummy or say something sweet to her and she would be bouncing all over the place. She is definitely daddy's little girl.

11 more minutes.

Not that I don't want to do what I am doing. I'm just really tired. And I'm losing an hour to boot.
With Greg doing overtime tomorrow I'll be stuck here all by myself. We just bought a 2003 Dodge Durango and I still owe a friend of mine $1,000 so I really just want there to be some money in the account so that we could have a nice cushion to sit on while we finish getting our asses out of debt. The "Cookie Monster" is Greg's Ford explorer that is the same color blue as the famous muppet. Cookie Monster damn near shut down on us in a parking lot about 20 minutes from our place. He got us home though safe and sound. We didn't drive him again. I'm sad because that truck brought my Greg to me in PA and then saved me once when Greg had to come pick me up half-way back to PA from NYC when the bus I was on broke down, and it got me to all of my prenatal appointments and finally bringing my first born home. He's parked right outside the window. He looks sad too. But it was his time.

"We named the Durango Kit from Knight Rider because it's black-then we called it "nigga." Spare me whatever you feel like saying right now...it's not that serious.

6 more minutes until "3am."

I'm so going to sleep after this. I have so much claening and laundry to do tomorrow but it's good I will kill time until my honey gets home. I am going to set my alrm for him to get up. he can't be late for overtime or else he'll never get it again.

Ugh, 4 more minutes...this is dragging on now.

I know I have written about some pretty random stuff but I am just trying to kill time.

1:59am. Going watch the clock now...

3am. Going to half-ass spell check and hit publish post. Happy Daylight Savings Time.

Edited to say that apparently my blog is set two time zones away.