What a month!

So 2015 didn't exactly start with the greatest month.  J's been under the weather quite a bit this month and we've had a lot of sadness.  One of his classmates was hit and killed by a drunk driver a couple of weeks ago, and a few days later, our pastor had a massive heart attack and passed away.  It's been a very tough month in our little community.  I'm thankful that my little family is safe and sound, and all together.

We made our first attempts at potty training.  Yeah, that didn't go so well.  It wouldn't be so bad if Lincoln wasn't such a big kid...diapers don't fit so well anymore.  

Lincoln's sleep regression is getting better.  He still gets out of his bed at least once nearly every night (with an occasional  "gift" of uninterrupted sleep thrown in the mix), but he can now be taken back to his own bed and tucked back in most of the time.  Recently, he's started coming to get me to rake me to the refrigerator for a drink in the middle of the night.

Speaking of Lincoln, his vocabulary has exploded.  He consistently recognizes (and names) the colors red, yellow, green, blue, and white; sometimes pink, black, and orange.  His Mrs. Potato Head has a distinct voice when they play, and Olaf is our new snuggle buddy.  

I've nearly made it an entire month posting daily Instagram pictures.  Sorry I haven't kept up the blog as well...

We've had no snow days, but went to school late one day this past week.  The kiddos are going to get tired of each other if they don't get a surprise day off soon.  But they'll appreciate it when they're done in mid-May!

Empty Containers

I came home from singing practice tonight to find J doing a load of laundry.  I was very appreciative, and even put in a second load when the first went to the drier.  While doing so, I noticed that the bottle of laundry detergent was almost empty...which triggered a new question: do I keep it or toss it?  

This is probably not a dilemma for most people, but I had to use them for my used blood thinner injections while I was expecting Lincoln because the string was too wide to fit in any of the ones the pharmacy ever sent me.  So, will I ever need one again?  Not likely.  But I do believe in miracles.  

I'm the end, I tossed it.  I'm sure I'll do plenty more laundry between now and the beginning of another miracle.

Roller coasters

I love roller coasters-just not the emotional kind.  And boy, it seems like I've sure been on one lately.  It seems like I can cry at the drop of a hat these days. Christmas Eve was especially bad. I can't pinpoint anything that triggered it, but I battled the waterworks all morning.  Made gift sorting and mascara application extremely difficult. We rearranged Lincoln's bedroom to try and give him more play space.  We talked about possibly moving the rocking chair out to give him more room.  *Cue tears.  J said it was dumb, but I just hate the thought of no more babies to rock.  It makes me so very sad.  Selfish, I know.  I just never pictured myself with an only child.  And I know what a burden it is for an only when your parents age and/or are ill.  

Pity party over.  

School starts back tomorrow.  I hope I have lesson plans.  I made several failed attempts to retrieve my documents from home to see (and create if needed), but Lincoln and J have both been sick the past few days, so I couldn't actually go to school to check.  I can wing it tomorrow if need be.  I've done it before.  Here's to Monday...

#LincolnDaily2015

I've decided to document all of the ordinary yet quirky moments of our life with Lincoln this year.  I wish I had started it sooner, but I witnessed a friend complete this on Facebook last year for her son, and I decided to give it a try.  I plan to post these pictures to Facebook and Instagram.  I may include them here, but I will try to post maybe weekly rather than daily for those who may not want to see all that lincoln is doing.  I thought about starting a different blog just for this project, but I have enough trouble keeping up this one!

Today's post:

Lincoln loves his new Mr. Potato Head-even if his parts don't end up in the right place.