Tomorrow, the little one is a year old.
How crazy.
A final birthday until Curt's.
Leeloo's been chattering nonstop for several hours now, mostly nonsense, but she jabbers as she toddles around, a sock hanging out of her mouth.
She knows "kitty" and "I did it!" and "done" and "dada" and "mama" and "sissy" and "dog" and "duck" along with quite a few others I won't list in quotes.
She seems frustrated that done and down and duck and dog and dada and diaper all have "D" sounds to start off and so we don't get what she's trying to tell us sometimes.
Oh, the communication problems. They start so young.
I'll be glad to have the endless stream of birthday celebrations be done, Q's repeat parties for when she was sick and then when she wasn't and then their combined party and now Leeloo's. I'm done with it. It's lovely and nice, but I'm sort of burned out.
Then back to a more routine life.
I need to get back on a solid routine.
Work out more consistently again.
Get back to trying to learn these crochet stitches.
Get signed up for a summer class.
All the things I've been wanting to do regularly.
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