I am Aslynn; Hear Me Roar!

I don’t know why, but the weeks just seem to fly by nowadays. There just never seems to be enough time to get everything done that needs to be done. (For example: you should see my house. It’s a mess! It is driving me bonkers!) Aslynn won’t let anyone get anything done if she wants to be held because even if you are holding her and trying to do other things, she’s gets upset that the world isn’t revolving around her and she lets you know it. ALL HAIL THE BABY!

I am dreading the fact that soon I will have to be packing up my apartment. Yuck. At the cleaning rate I am going at now, it is going to take me two months to be ready to move. So I’ve made a plan. Little do all the people coming to graduation know but they will be helping me pack up my apartment. Isn’t that nice of them? (I guess they know now. BRING BOXES! Thanks!)

I went to the dentist on Wednesday for an exam before the insurance goes away. I haven’t been to the dentist since before Luke and I got married. It was desperately needed. I went back to the dentist yesterday. I went back to the dentist this morning. They just didn’t want to numb my whole mouth up at one time. My mouth feels so pretty now though. But as I type this, half of my face is numb but feels ginormous and my tongue feels like it is the size of a large sausage. (Great mental picture, isn’t it?)

*She thinks it's a fun game to cry for her bink and then spit it out as soon as you turn your back. So then when she cries for it again, you have to come put it back in her mouth and give her attention. Luke decided that he would keep it in her mouth with some self-stick stamps (not as sticky as tape). It worked for a little bit; she figured out how to push it out with her tongue. Man, this girl is a probelm solver!*

School is wrapping up and I have senioritis BIG TIME. I am ready to be done. I have stopped caring about the grades I get. But don’t worry, (Dad, I know you read that and while shaking your head said something like “She shouldn’t just let herself slack off.”) “stopped caring about grades” means that I am okay getting a B and nothing lower.

*This picture was taken this morning, right before I left for the dentist.*

No luck on jobs so far. “Just keep praying. Just keep praying. Just keep praying, praying. What do we do? We pray, pray. Lalalalalala we love to PRAY…”

Aslynn is growing like a weed. I never really understood why grown-ups said that to me when I was little but I understand it now. I feel like if I hold still and just stare at her for an hour I will actually be able to see her grow. It’s making me excited for the experiences and milestones to come; I am sure that I will look back and miss this time when she was really small, though.

*"Thanks cousins Seth and Carla for the only complete outfit I own! I am finally big enough to sort of fit into it!"*

Z can hold her head up all really well now. When she’s being burped she never lays her head down. It’s always up so she can look around at everything. As a result, 8 times out of 10 her puke ends up down your arms, instead of on the burp cloth.

It’s amazing how often we HAVE to do laundry. Before Aslynn we did it maybe once a week. Now the washer is running almost every day.

*Somehow almost no poop ended up in her diaper. We don't know how she did it; this girl's got talent!*