Poor old neglected blog

This past week ended up being quite the exciting one. Sickness descended on our house and kept us down for most of the week. By Thursday we'd turned a corner, and by Friday we were out in the world again. Despite the illness factor, things went pretty well this week. I'm happy to report that there were no meltdowns or tears or anything of the sort. (Well, there were plenty on Charlie's end, but what do you expect from a sick baby?) I don't know if I'm "cured," but I'm doing really well handling things. I feel good. I hope I'm not jinxing myself by saying that.

Yesterday was a day of clarity. Honestly, I wish I could hold onto those days forever, because it's damn rare that I feel that I can see anything clearly. For the first time in months, I feel that I can see beyond the depression. There is hope on the other side of this mess. But first, some housekeeping, both literal and metaphorical, is in order. I will be getting rid of all the stuff that's dragging me down. It's going to be difficult to sort through it all, but you know, I feel up to the challenge.

We went to look at a house today. It's the first place we've liked enough to apply for, so our application is going out in tomorrow's mail. We've already started making plans with the new place in mind, even though we may not get it, and it feels good because we definitely need that forward momentum. I'm hoping that everything works out. This house is much different from the one we're in, and most people will probably think we're nuts for wanting it. But we are embracing change. And sacrifice.

There are so many things to say, to share. But it's so hard for me to find the energy to blog, because it's going in so many other directions these days. I think we're on the verge of something really exciting, though. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really can't wait to see where life takes us.

I don't have any new photos of Charlie, since my laptop hard drive is currently full. But here's one from December when he was six months old. I'm editing photos from that month, and it's amazing how much he's changed.



I can't believe it's already the end of April, and we're hurtling towards his first birthday in a month and a half. Where does the time go?