Y’all are SO random! And I like it, keeps me on my toes. I thought for sure I was going to hear from maybe one of you, who would probably tell me what a total asshole I am. I am glad that was not the case- y’all gave me lots to consider and we are meeting with a landscape architect next week.
I do know we are going to put Gracie in swim lessons. Good point on that.
And I think we are going to fill it in.
Because here is what:
I am not a super overprotective mother. I mean, my baby broke her baby leg (still so ashamed). I am not winning any parenting awards for caution in care. But this one thing genuinely fills me with dread. I agree there is a balance between fearing the world and what it can do to your baby as a parent, and letting them live their life. But we all have our things- and this is mine. And maybe it is crazy/irrational- or maybe it is my thing because my mom instincts are telling me it is something I specifically SHOULD worry about.
How could life possibly exist if I ignored my instincts and something did happen.
Maybe, probably, definitely I have watched too many Oprah’s- but I am going to honor my inner voice on this one.
And her grandparents have a pool within walking distance.
Pete’s big Christmas present was getting to come to Miami to watch his beloved Irish play in the National Championship. I have never been to Miami. It is- unusual. I kind of feel like I am in Casablanca at Nick’s. The strangest arrangements of people coming and going. I don’t know if it is always like this, or if it is especially pronounced because of all the flotsam and jetsam brought in by the football fans (including us). But it is phenomenal people watching, which is one of my all time favorite things.