Caroline hasn't had a night terror since we stopped dressing in her footed pajamas. This was one of the weirdest yet easiest suggestions we received and I cannot believe that it worked. I've also been told that night terrors come and go based on development so maybe we're on break for now. Regardless, I am relieved our little babe is resting peacefully these days again.
Moving sucks. Like, really bad. It's taken weeks of late nights to box up our house and I never want to do this again. We don't even have a huge home yet we seem to have acquired so many unnecessary things liiiiiike a playstation, 35832750435 DVDs, half used candles, so many unused wedding gifts that end with "maker" (ie: brie maker, waffle maker, etc.) and SO much more. Why? Whyyyyyyyy????
Caroline turns 3 in a few weeks and I'm planning to host her birthday party in our new house. There will be plenty of unfurnished rooms, zero crafted decorations and tons of unpacked boxes but I'm hoping to pull off a low key party shortly after we move in. She requested a "yellow" party soooo hopefully I can at least find the party box with the yellow streamers in the next few weeks...and the wine glasses. Definitely the wine glasses.
I experienced severe mommy-guilt last week. One morning at drop-off, Caroline's teacher pulled me aside to inform me that all the girls in her class have been in the school ballet program ALL YEAR and Caroline gets really sad when she doesn't get to go with them on Fridays to ballet class...and is even sadder when her girlfriends return to class and show off their new ballet moves. Seriously, I had to scoop my heart up off the floor and marched straight to the front office and signed her up for the last 3 classes of the year. You can find me at Target on my lunch break this week shopping for leotards.
Now tell me what's new with you!