I finished a book yesterday. I could probably end my post right there because it was that monumental. I took advantage of the fact that the entire house has been sick all week; I put on Sesame Street to catch the attention of the little ones, and we all lounged around. I got sucked into the last 50 pages [The Girl Who Played With Fire, if you were wondering], and I read read read until the book was closed for good.
There is another meaning to this madness that is time: my girls are growing up. It’s an amazing thing to see them play and take care of one another. Jocelyn will go out of her way to pat Aja on the back if she’s coughing, and then Aja will walk over and pull Jocelyn’s curls. But then they hug and they fight some more and they love one another, and all the while I can lie on the couch and read my book and not have to referee. Well, for a moment anyway. Come noon the heads flip around, eyes open wide, and they descend upon me. Mommy, mommy, mommy!
I feel like I’ll never quite be able to catch up with how fast the girls grow up. But I’ll enjoy the time I have to read.
In other news, I’m celebrating Aja and her mighty milestones by participating in the March of Dimes, March for Babies walk on April 30th. We’ve put together Team Aja, to honor the little miss thing and the fact that she’s kicking those “1lb 15oz” stats to the curb and moving her way up onto the percentage chart. Last we checked she finally made it to 1% for weight, and I couldn’t have been more proud. She’s at 85% for her head, so it’s really just a matter of growing into her noggin.
If you are interested in donating to our team and the March of Dimes*, you can click on the badge in the upper right corner, or just click this link. We know firsthand what it’s like to endure a premature birth and I want to do everything that I can to make sure no other family has to go through what we went through. I'm grateful that I can now joke about Aja's progress. She's 17 months old and thriving. But many other babies and their families are not as lucky. Every dollar counts, and we would be so honored for your help.
For those of us that took a break from exercising after having children, six miles is no joke. To compensate for our lack of energy, we’ve decided to train for this event. The first order of business: jumpsuits. I’m thinking these will look good on the girls.
*The mission of the March of Dimes is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.