Thirteen weeks in.

Crazy. Tomorrow George will be 13 weeks old. He is over three months, technically no longer a newborn. Too fast. This is all happening too fast. He's grabbing toys and standing (with support), before I know it he'll be getting caught shoplifting and be begging his dad to buy him a motorcycle. Or worse, my mat leave will be up and I'll be forced to go back to my job or find something part time closer to home. The days are just flying past me, I'm surprised to find myself missing the long sleepless nights of the first few weeks of mommyhood. If I were a few years younger I'd probably head back to the baby well. It's amazing how you forget about the pains and pangs of pregnancy, but I guess if you didn't no one would ever have any siblings.

Hopefully time will slow down long enough to allow me to get some packing done--we're moving on July 1st. Sweet Jesus I hate packing. But I'm psyched to get into the new place and start playing happy families. As long as we stay in BC I imagine we'll stay in the new pad. So, unless we find a way to live the Halifax dream, this could be the last time I get stuck with a tape gun and a crap load of cardboard boxes staring at me while I ignore them in favour of more important pursuits--like Facebooking, or making cookies.