I'm So Busy, My Head is Spinnin'

Like a whirl pool, it never ends.

The Nation's have had a full schedule lately and I don't see much of a break in our future until well after Amelia's second birthday in January.

For starters, September is a big birthday month in these here parts. ALL of my grandparents have September birthdays (though my Pepa and Mema celebrate theirs in Heaven now), but my Nana and Grandpa John's birthday's fall on the 18th and 23rd respectively. Plus my father-in-law aka Papaw Nation is celebrating his big day today. And to top it all off, we celebrate yours truly's day o' birth on the 26th. Phew, it's exhausting just trying to keep it all straight.

This weekend we are taking Amelia on her 2nd annual Jackson's Orchard trip and let me tell you, this girl is EXCITED, people. You know pumpkins are my love language. I'm pretty sure they are Amelia's too. I brought these 5 mini pumpkins home last weekend and got a few of my pumpkin decorations out and she immediately called dibs and proceeded to play with them all afternoon.

She's been a busy girl these days.

Trying to catch bubbles (it's really hard y'all! they just keep poppin'!).

Eating banana ice cream.

And hanging out with all her friends.

Now without a doubt, she is the sweetest baby in the WHOLE world. But. I have to admit...she is occasionally showing her flare for the dramatics. Like when she wants to get out the "snuggle blanket" every morning before Mommy leaves for work but Mommy says "no, let's not get out the blanket" (because it leaves little fuzzies all over my black work pants!) and OH SWEET MERCY, the tears and "woe is me" that ensues when she doesn't get some time with that blanket.

I've heard through many stories told by Chris's parents that Chris was a bit of a, shall we say, rambunctious toddler. Case in point, that time that he had to have emergency pediatric dental care because he tripped and broke his tooth in Toys R Us when he flung his sweet little toddler hand out of his mom's grip in a fit of anger for being told no, he could not get a toy and took off running like a banshee through the store. So basically what I'm saying is that any signs of emotional temper tantrums on the part of Amelia are totally and completely traits passed down from her father. I was, of course, an angel when I was a child.

And still am. :)

Speaking of me, I have a big day of celebratory plans for my birthday on Monday. I've got a hair appointment in the morning and WHO KNOWS what kind of spontaneity will ensue there (probably not a lot, we all know I'm a big chicken). Plus I'm getting a manicure, eyebrow wax, and going to shop til I drop.

I read somewhere on a highly credible source (ahem, Pinterest) that "You can't pour from an empty cup. Take care of yourself first." So really, I'm only thinking of others while I leisure in day o'pamper extravaganza 2016. I will not rest until every last muscle in my body is relaxed and every last care in my world is extinguished. If I have to take a bubble bath, so be it. If I have to eat a bowl of ice cream topped with whipped cream and crushed oreos, I will take one for the team.

It's all for the children. And the husband. And the dog. You're welcome, family.