Well, I'm sitting here in my office at 10:30 PM trying to clean and get ready to move to another office upstairs. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. I've been excited, but then tonight it finally sunk in that I'll be leaving this "home away from home" that has been mine for the past 5 years. My office downstairs is so much bigger (and nicer, I think), but I have way too much junk associated with my position and instead of looking like an office, I appear to have a storage room. Which, in fact, is what my current space is to become. I guess I wish the office upstairs could convert to storage and I could reclaim the spacious, wonderful office I once had.
So, in this entire process I've been going through files, cleaning off shelves, and doing a general overhaul. It always feels good to get rid of stuff, I'd say. Streamline. Have the opportunity to start fresh and do some re-design. I'm hopeful that it will kickstart my motivation and clean the cobwebs out of my head. Then maybe I can run full-steam-ahead and tackle the LOOOONNNGGG list of "To Do's" which grows even longer by the day.
Emma and I are having battles of will over eating....specifically over eating carrots that I cooked and that my mom ran through the food mill. Jon thinks she doesn't like the texture. I think it's probably the flavor -- much stronger than the "baby food" carrots in a jar (which she eats without hesitation). We try a few more bites each day, and the most successful we've been so far was tonight, mixing the carrots with her cereal (which she LOVES). I think she's adjusted already to homemade sweet potato, and we're still working on peas, and she likes regular jarred (not baby food) applesauce. I'm concerned about having to introduce meat into her diet and am not really sure how to go about it. Jon and I agreed we really don't want to do any of the baby food meats. They look pretty gross to us.
The bedtime routine is working like a charm. She's been sleeping through the night, though still waking a bit earlier than I would like...around 5:30 each morning. Some mornings she'll go back to sleep for a bit after nursing, but this morning wasn't one of them. Jon ended up getting up with her and they had some quality time together while Mommy slept a little more.
Poor Kiddo. She has a bit of a cold (though it IS seeming not to last as long or be as severe as others) and is so fed up with us going at her nose to suction or to pull out crusty boogers. She's becoming quite adept at throwing a block with her arms, and we now have to pin them down in order to access her tiny nostrils.
Grandma and Grandpa came for another visit and Em got to be a little princess for the weekend...moreso than normal. I asked my Dad, "So, which finger, exactly, is it that you're wrapped around?" His reply, "All of them." MmmmHmmm. So true. Good times were had by all.
On the job front, Jon has accepted a position at an academy for autistic kids and starts next Friday. I think it'll be good for him.
Grandma's going to love this picture. As Emma has grown, I've taken pictures of her beside this bear to track that growth. Oh MY! There's a huge difference between the last one and this. The first of the series showed the bear as being bigger. I think we know who's winning now.
I don't know how well you can see it, but we put Emma's hair back in a barrette this weekend. It made her look even more feminine, and Mom liked it because she didn't have to brush the hair off of Emma's forehead constantly. 
Aunt Wendy shared part of the day with us yesterday -- Emma's "birthday". Wendy was with us for Emma turning 6 months as well.
