of bunnies and business trips

Tim is off on one of his many work adventures–this time to Boston for a week.¬†After the last trip, I’m feeling surprisingly zen about it. I know I’m probably inviting disaster when I say that it can’t get much worse than a stomach virus, and given my track record it’s likely my car will betray me at some point, but… I’m a grown-up. I can do this.

In baby news, Gwen is almost crawling. CRAWLING. I’m not entirely sure when my youngest decided to grow up and be mobile, but there you have it. She’s discovered she can wiggle around the floor on her belly and get into all sorts of trouble–under tables and chairs, tangled in wires and cords, little fingers stuck into baseboard heaters. It’s childproofing time! (Didn’t we just go through this with Ellie? What is it about seemingly-happy infants that makes them heart-stoppingly suicidal, anyway?)

Snuggle bunny
I'm going to rename her "Scootch"
Binkeh!

She’s also developed a touch of separation anxiety. Mama is not allowed to leave the room. Hell, Mama is not allowed to be out of direct contact for more than a second, god forbid I put the child down once in a while. I’ve basically given up making her sleep in her crib this week which I’m sure will have painful consequences when Tim gets back, but oh well, Mama needs sleep.

Easter
Eggles
Doesn't every baby want an Easter Triceratops to call her own?
Bunneh!
Dye
Stickering up the eggs

We spent Easter weekend with my folks (they brought their new Roadtrek!) The egg hunt, decorating and baskets of goodies made for a fun time, but I’ve learned my lesson: Three years old is the point at which Serious Candy Negotiations begin. Given a choice, Ellie would have downed the entire basket in an hour. At first I doled out the candy like a responsible parent, letting her have a piece here and a piece there, usually after she’d eaten something more substantial (and by “substantial” I mean a bowl of cereal or a peanut butter sandwich–I’m not winning any nutrition awards these days) but by Tuesday I gave up and allowed her to eat what was left of her Robin Eggs (maybe twelve total) in one fell swoop. I should have saved my energy and done that in the first place. Better yet: Forget the candy, I’ll just buy toys next year. Good grief.

As for a health update, there isn’t much to say. I’m hanging in there. I’m down to 8k steps per day instead of 10k because of [insert excuse here]. I think once I’m settled at my new job I’ll be able to get into a better routine. Right now I’m just trying to get through each day without being a total slug. And don’t get me started on the amount of Easter candy I’ve consumed over the past three days… let’s just say I wish my mommy was doling it out piece by piece instead of letting me have the whole basket. I am not to be trusted around Easter candy.

The last month has been awesome and stressful. There’s a host of big changes on the horizon. Probably the most drastic change: I’m leaving the university at the end of April. Having been at the same office for almost 9 years now (if you include my time as a work-study student) this is a little sad, a little exciting, and a lot overwhelming. Where I’m going, that’s a story for another post.

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