Baby No More

Had the girl’s birthday party today. She’s not officially a year old yet—not until Tuesday—so I’m not dry heaving and freaking out…yet.

I’m not sure if it’s because I know that Laura is our final child, but it seems that everything is moving so, so quickly this time around. Maybe it’s because with Harrison we only had him to focus on so we didn’t notice anything else. I don’t know, but I have looked up several times this year and been shocked at how much she had grown and how quickly.

I did get rid of some baby stuff today. There is a newish consignment shop in the same shopping center as my hairdresser and I went in yesterday while I was waiting for my appointment. I talked to the owner and she said I could bring some of the outgrown baby stuff that has been clogging up my foyer for much too long and she’d sell it for me. I dropped off the swing and walker we have had since Harrison was a baby, as well as a bathtub and food grinder we got with Laura. I’m already planning on taking boxes of clothes up there—I can see that this is going to be a beautiful business relationship!

So, tomorrow is the boy’s karate tournament and I’m planning some working in the garden time. The fellas at Lowe’s laughed a little when I asked them to move twenty-eight bags of concrete out to my van. I’ve got it in the garage right now, ready to head out first thing in the morning and build up my flowerbed wall another layer. If I play my cards right, I might even be able to get the blueberries in the ground tomorrow. If not then, I’ll definitely get them in next weekend.

All told, I think this is shaping up to be a good weekend.