Either the plate is smaller or we're cramming too much on it!

On top of having a 5 1/2 month old, we decided a couple of weeks back to sell the house and buy a new one. We're moving! I have a lot of packing to do.

With that in mind we also were planning the Peanut's baptism, father's day with both sides of the family and everything else that has been thrown at us, including the Peanut having been seriously sick.

I have a feeling that our plate really isn't that small, but we keep doing too much sometimes.
I know that life happens, it's just crazy how fast things change sometimes in our life.

We're moving not too far from where we live now, but to a nice area and a house that fits our growing needs and has quite a bit more potential than our current one. Thing is we move in less than 1 month. Renovations will be in order, so more to look forward to for sure. I just wonder if it is such a smart thing to get into with a wee one. The Hubby dubby keeps saying we'll do one room at a time and that it won't affect the Peanut, but I know it won't be as simple as that. During certain parts of the renovating, she's going have to be out of the house for sure and stay at my parents. Hopefully we won't need to stay there for too long.

I know that she'll be OK with my mom taking care of her when I get back to work, and she adapts really well when I leave her with my MIL or my mom for little bits of time, so I'm also starting to think about when I should get back to the job life again. I'm just feeling a little torn. I really love spending time with her and love being a mom, but I'm also kind of itching to work and have a life again. I don't get much time to do my own thing anymore and don't want to get resentful, but at the same time the guilty feelings are there. I hate this feeling! Sometimes I wonder if my being happy and feeling fulfilled will only make a better mom, but other times I feel guilty that maybe I'm rushing things and the Peanut needs me to grow properly emotionally and socially.

We had the Peanut's baptism this past weekend and she was a doll as usual. Everything was great and our family all got together to celebrate, so we really had fun. Lots of pictures, food and drink and the Church part was really nice as well. Quite frankly I'm kind of glad that's out of the way and one less thing for me to stress about. It was emotional though to see her have this little right of passage already and it got me thinking that she is growing so quickly, changing so much each day.

Father's day was also pretty amazing. We made it a weekend affair, with the Hubby Dubby getting a special father's day dinner with his two favorite gals, on Saturday. I made grilled lamb chops with a goat cheese and rosemary sauce and asparagus and lemon risotto on the side. Lemon & Blueberry creme brulee for desert. The Peanut even sat in her high chair quietly playing with her Sophie the Giraffe through dinner. It was really great. On the Sunday we split had my MIL & FIL and my parents over for lunch and watched the soccer game.

Ok, now that I've procrastinated enough I've gotta go start packing another room. You really don't know how much carp you have until you move! Wish me luck in getting it all done ASAP.

oh where, oh where, has the time gone?!?

The Peanut is five months(5 freaking months!!!!!). Whahhhhhh.. where did the time go already? Before I know it, I'll be back to the 9 to 5 grind and my little baby will be walking or something.

So she's five months, it's crazy the new things she does everyday. Like many a first time parent, the hubby dubby and I go googo gaaga over every little thing she does. Her personality is really coming out and she cracks me up all the time. I think we have over 2000 photos taken already - I've had to buy a little USB stick thingy to keep them all in there!

We did end up piercing the ears and she was not at all traumatized! I think I was more then her. We bought a numbing cream and put it on both sides of her earlobe and she didn't even flinch. Not one tear, whimper or anything. She was too amused by looking at what was reflecting in the mirror to worry about what was happening. It was amazing. She does look super cute with the little studs though and I don't think she even knows she has ears yet.

Another thing that is happening is that she is crawling and trying to get into everything. I can't believe it. She doesn't stop moving - even when she sleeps. I put to sleep on one side of her crib, she wakes up on the other side and upside down. I can't take my eye off of her for one minute when she's moving around!

We've also started her on some simple solids. So far so good! She has her likes and dislikes, but when she's hungry she wants food fast and on the spot. It's crazy how she eats and then wants boob on top and it can't wait or she'll freak out.

All in all I wouldn't trade having her for the world. I can't imagine my life without the Peanut and can't even remember what life was like before her - although I miss time alone with the hubby.

Slowly we're starting to get our life together and we've gone out to eat a couple of times together, but it's not the same. We either have to hurry back to get her to bed or I'm always worrying that she has enough milk or whatever. By the time we put her to bed, we're so tired and there is always another load of laundry to do or something, that we can't seem to find the time to reconnect. I feel like we're two ships in the wind passing each other sometimes and wish we could have the time together that we used to have. It's crazy, but things are getting better, now that the Peanut isn't permanently attached to my boob. Still, I do miss having an uninterrupted conversation or dinner and having spontaneous dates and other "meetings." It feels like the air of romance has been slowly leaking out of our balloon called marriage.

From reading some of your posts, it looks like this won't be getting all that much better any time soon!

I guess that we'll have to make the time, just like for other things. Hopefully we can start leaving her with my in-laws or my parents for a little adult time between the hubby and I. If only I could relax a little more when I'm away from her.

How do you all cope?