The Way It Goes

I don't have a lot of time because "The Office" begins shortly and I don't want to miss a minute of the long-awaited nuptials between Jim and Pam. But I do realize that my posts have been scarce as of late, and I feel like I at least owe you one with some words.

Sara has decided that she no longer needs help from Mom or Dad to stand ... she can do it on her own. In fact, she discovered this trick in her crib Sunday night. A while after we'd put her to bed, she began screaming. Steve went in to check on her and found her standing (prior to this incident, she'd only knelt in her crib). We've concluded that she was able to get up, but got scared when she realized she might be stuck because as soon as Steve helped her lay down and cover up, she was fast asleep. Now, a few days later, she's a real pro.
Tonight amidst her adventures, Sara managed to smack her head on the door frame leading into her room (this potential like-her-mama-lack-of-depth-perception trait doesn't bode well). By the time she made it into the tub, Sara was back to her happy self. Still, we are fairly certain she's going to wake up a little black and blue on the right side of her forehead.

Sara and I are on our own this weekend because Steve has to work. A lot. Like until 11:00 at night each day of the precious weekend a lot. While I'm thankful that Steve has a job again, I am not embarrassed to say that he doesn't get paid nearly enough to have to work at a sales-people-conference (even though he's not in sales) all weekend. Neither of us are overjoyed with this new company, which shall remain nameless, but ... it's a job. And, like most things in life, it's only for a season. For now, this is just the way it goes.

Luckily for us, there's nothing like a sweet baby girl with a bump on her head to make us forget our woes!