I am really enjoying myself lately. I feel kind of guilty for that, like I shouldn’t be, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am. I’m spending time with my husband and son. I’m cleaning more, eating healthier and I’m busy nearly all the time. I have also read more in the past month than in the past two years…I just didn’t have time when Noah was younger but now that he’s older, he occupies himself for a solid half hour where I can just curl up on a chair in his playroom and read. He also likes to be read to, which I try to do. I probably need to do that more than I have been now that he’s old enough to start “getting” it.

I can’t believe my baby is going to be 18 months old this weekend. I feel like he was just born, like he was just an infant being cradled in my arms. Instead he’s this energetic ball of energy, bouncing off the walls and going a mile a minute and learning. Constantly learning. I think he’s up to twelve or fifteen words, all developed in the past two months. He’s also recognizing letters and numbers, though not consistently. He’s communicative and inquisitive about everything. Best of all, like I said before, he’ll occupy himself with simple things, like stacking cups (which he is doing right now) or teaching himself how to eat with a spoon (because God forbid Mommy teach him that).

I feel like my life is coming together. If the financial aspect of it could get ironed out, I’d be at peace. Is that even allowed?