Happy 3-month birthday to Eli.
Here’s a look at wee man these days and an update on his scars.
For comparison, here are some earlier photos:
I’d like to write something thoughtful now, and yet, who has the time?
I’ve got two goals for the month. First, to hire a part-time nanny (perhaps nursing student (s) ). Second, we’ll finally take stock of the paperwork pouring in. And by paperwork I mean bills. We’ve started, but there is a lot of work to do.
Eli’s early life adventures will not be my family’s financial undoing. Thank God I have insurance. A $211,000 NICU bill became $1,175 by the time it reached us, for example. Insurance companies are always getting dogged, and I’m not saying they’re perfect, but one thing I’ve realized is the company’s important role in beating down the hospital bill.
Mark has been busy with school – it’s the end of the quarter and he’s about to take two weeks spring break.
We’ll finally have the breather we need to get on top of various matters before I return to work.
I’m letting another goal go. Half marathon? PA HA! I have no idea why I even threw that idea out into the world. Good riddance, overly-challenging idea I got excited about in an impulsive self-improvement moment.
I’m attached to little buddy in my spare moments, and I’m tired. There’s no way I could train for a race right now. I came to my senses and realized that not only do I not have time, but all that training could put Eli’s food supply at risk by using up too many calories or dehydrating me. I’d rather not run against the Oklahoma winds, or at all.
It’s more likely I’d just go to bed, or talk to my husband, or play with my daughter, or cuddle with bud or watch The Bachelor.
Exercise? No thanks. That would create more laundry, something else I don’t need more of in life.