I'm a terrible blogger lately . . . I know

I feel so disconnected from the blog! I've just been over on Courtni's and she does a beautiful job of updating with pictures of the babies and posting memorable things.

And . . . I don't.

So, I'm going to work on that. After all . . . This is kind of Emily's baby book.

When I think of where it all started one day in a bathroom with Scott and I looking at a pregnancy test and crying our eyes out (well, Scott was crying in a very manly way), I cannot believe how things have changed.

Now:

1. I scoop pink rubber duckies and sea turtles out of the tub if I want to take a bath.
2. I can't remember the last time I went to the bathroom alone in my own house.
3. I'm constantly thinking "Lord, I hope I'm bathing her often enough!!"
4. I worry about things like nutrition (clearly for the first time in my whole life).
5. I walked down an aisle at Walgreen's today and stopped, struck by the notion that one day, I will have to explain the "facts of life to someone" in a DELICATE way.
6. I have almost as many Sunday School songs on my iPod as "grown up" praise and worship.
7. Anything I plan must take place after 8 p.m. when my munchkin is asleep.
8. My house is a shrine to this beautiful little munchkin (it used to be a shrine to my niece!)
9. I cannot leave the house with less than two bags, a handful of toys, snacks, milk and a variety of things I'm never even sure I'll actually use.
10. I assess every object in my house, car, and outside world for its ability to cause injury or death.
11. I get to buy pink, ruffly stuff all the time and now it's not for a dog!
12. I pray harder than I ever have before. Usually something like "Dear Lord Jesus, please fix all the things I'm gonna screw up!"
13. I watch a man who used to be the most awkward baby holder I'd ever seen turn into a guy who is the chief baby rocker and usually the only person who can get my daughter to sleep.
14. I annoy everyone with my incessant chatter about the most beautiful baby ever!
15. I can't remember a time when the person pinching my rear was someone I hadn't given birth to.

I cannot imagine what my life was like before. For all the hard work, this is exactly where I want to be. Tired, old lookin', creaky and absolutely satisfied.

xoxo