A Fantastic Fourth (year of marriage)

🌷Phil and I hit four years of marriage. On the one hand, we have lived a million years of life; the best and worst; the sickness and health; the vows all hit us early. Then again, it feels like yesterday we were preparing for the Big Day! I feel like we were in a newborn haze last year, and I'm not really sure how we celebrated. (Although I know we did, because Phil never forgets a milestone or celebration or holiday). This year, we chose a quiet night in - delayed due to Phil have a severe case of hand foot and mouth. Evie had almost no symptoms, I had one sore, and Phil has been on his ass in pain.

In baby news. This was Evie's transition week at school. Next week, she will officially be in the new room, so this week, she got to spend a bunch of time with the new teachers (and her old friends that have already moved up!) She ate lunch in the new room (at a little table!), made art projects, played in the indoor playground (the -19 weather is hitting everyone hard). She was absolutely thriving with the bigger kids and got upset when she had to go back to the infant room. A reminder that our baby is growing up :( Also, a reminder that we need to find more stimulating activities for her. The baby toys aren't cutting it. She’s also “knows what sound a dog makes” and thinks her bathtub is an opportunity to “crawl away” from mom and dad. This girl is definitely not a wallflower or meek. She is fully of al the energy and personality. We couldn’t be more proud of our FOURTEEN month old.

On a personal (and somewhat vain note,) I had the opportunity to have Botox via my book-wine-dermatology-friends last week. I was so hesitant for years - I didn’t want my face to look wonky, and a value of mine is to age gracefully - especially for Evie. However, having it done by actual doctors (and especially friends that I trust,) and knowing they do it, made me feel at ease. Not going to lie, seeing the 11s slowly disappear this week was lovely (even if in the process of leaving for the Tox, I ran into our garage door.)

So on to the next week - a partial week of solo parenting. Pray for me.🌷