Carlton Landing New Year’s
Happy New Year! Hooray for a fresh new start and a clean slate. I’m sad to see Christmas break go, to be honest. I was commiserating with other mom friends from Jude’s school and we all lament the return to homework and carpool and craziness. Whyyyy so much homework in 2nd grade?! They’re only babies! Eight year old babies! 😉
Speaking of babies, there are only days left until my actual baby is one. Mere days left before Archer is no longer a baby! This is equal parts heartbreaking and awe inducing. I have savored every single day of 2015 with that little nugget. But more on that in a couple of weeks.
That crazy baby made a beeline straight for the stairs the second we walked in the door to the house at Carlton Landing on Thursday. I spent New Year’s Eve chasing him to the stairs, manufacturing a ghetto-rigged contraption to bar him from making it up the stairs, and then promptly grabbing him once he managed to thwart my feeble attempts to contain him. He was all “HAAAA MOM. YOU SO FUNNY. I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED.”
Whatever, little baby. This isn’t your Momma’s first rodeo! Nope! So after a relatively uneventful but relaxing NYE with some friends at the house, I got up at zero dark o’clock (gahhhh) and drove straight to the Walmart in Checotah, Oklahoma to buy baby gates. And I was one of maybe five people in the whole store because who goes to Walmart in rural towns at 8am on New Year’s Day? Me apparently. I WILL WIN THIS ONE, CHILD.
It ain’t pretty, but it gets the job done. This is the problem with an open living concept – it’s hard to contain small dogs and small children.
Other than climbing nonstop, Archer spent the rest of his time in his wee chair where Nickels could keep an eye on him. Because babies = snacks, right? Of course!
The rest of the weekend was spent on long walks, baking snacks, taking naps, and monitoring Jude and his buddies as they bounced from house to house.
Happy New Year everyone!
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