Day Two Thousand and Seventy-Eight

The Highs. The Lows

 

Every dentist's dream. Every mom's too. Am I right?!

 

Every mom's bigger dream: perfect baby. 

 

My reality!!

This little girl is really just something else. If she's not smiling, she's sleeping. If she's not sleeping, she's eating. If she's not eating, she's pooping. And the only time she gives me grief is when she's overtired or really hungry. Like anyone! My Ella Mae has made it so much easier on me than I probably deserve. Thank you Chubbo!

 

What has NOT made it easy on me is NOLA in May. Speficially, NOLA in May during termite season. FLYING TERMITE SEASON. 

"See Mom? See?!!"

 

YES DEAR, I SEE! All those dots? No, not rain. No, those are flying termites, Amelia. They lose their wings after they mate and then dive bomb onto innocent bystanders and tiny infants. They'll even crawl INTO YOUR CARRIER and somehow smash themselves onto the cheek of your 7 week old. 

I can't even make this stuff up. Ella Mae literally had guts and wings of one of these most disgusting creatures smashed on her right cheek. For how long, I can't be sure. THIS is how I describe NOLA to people who've never been.

 My salted wound stung last night. And it didn't help that Amelia both peed AND barfed in her car seat, which sat soiled in our bathroom the whole night.  My refining period here in NOLA sure is heating up, and I'm worn out. But Adam pointed out rightly and rebuked me humbly: what's your alternative? You can either spend the entire time here fighting it or you can remember your salvation, remember the gospel, and have some perspective. And so that's my prayer and hope for myself for the rest of the time we're here. Be present today and preach yourself Truth. That's all I can control anyways. And kill all the termites too.