Last night I couldn’t get to sleep. I wasn’t worried about anything. I hadn’t had too much caffeine. I was excited about today.
Why today? It’s not my birthday. It’s not Christmas. I’m not even going out for a fancy lunch.
I was excited about today because I wanted to see what new things my babies would do.
Pords is eight and a half months. What an age to be alive. She is much more mobile, getting into everything. Perhaps today will be the day she gets up on her hands and knees crawls properly.
She’s also understanding more, vocalising more, trying to say words. I remember getting this same level of excitement about tomorrows when Pickles was about this age. Every day brings new wonder.
Pickles has been trying to sell me tickets for a couple of days now. He’s been saying something very enthusiastically over and over again but I haven’t been understanding him. Then yesterday I got it:
“Welcome! Welcome, everyone, to the Pickles show! Tickets please!”
Every day he does a little performance, or comes out with a new word or phrase, or is excited to learn something. I’ll always buy tickets to the Pickles show. Front and centre.
Our days aren’t always sunshine and lollipops. Sometimes we all drive each other crazy. But this is just a little post about this moment in my life when I have trouble sleeping because life is just so wonderful. Hopefully when the world turns and I’m losing sleep for a less joyful reason, I’ll be able to look back at this time of happiness insomnia and smile.