I got my official offer today. I had been expecting it for awhile. I start October 24. Wow, just a little over two weeks away and everything changes.
Will continues to be three.
I know people warned me, but can I be honest here?
Three? It sucks. The tantrums are beyond anything I ever imagined.
There are moments when he is still my sweet Little Man. And there are moments when I don't even recognize myself as I parent him.
Emma took her first step (notice the singular) on August 21 and.. . nothing since.
One September 21, while I was on the phone wishing my dad a happy birthday, she walked across the living room. And she hasn't looked back. Today, I would call her a full-fledged walker.
She is in my favorite age. The Sweet Spot, I guess you could say. She has some personality, some attitude, some independence. But she still wants to please.
My life is in contrasts and changes lately. And I don't deal well with either. But I am managing, just like my little ones.
One haphazard step at a time.