January is almost over, and I'm still in denial about radiation in March. Not so much the radiation as the end of nursing Emmylou. Just typing it out is making me cry. Working 40 hours and going to school 3 days a week leaves me little time with my daughter, but bonding with her over nursing seems to make up for so much of the time that I'm away. I don't even know where to start with weaning her. Everyone tells me that someday it won't even matter. Of course it won't, she won't even remember it- but someday isn't now.
On a completely different note- Emmylou, you are getting so big my sweet girl! If only everyone went through life with such eagerness and motivation! Goals would be achieved left and right- I think you may be on to something. Speaking of achieving goals, Alan is officially a tattoo artist. He has come a long way. Just a few months ago he was on the verge of quitting his apprenticeship. I'm proud of my two babes. Now to figure out where my career is going.
Also, I really need to post some photos. Soon, soon, I promise! It is so uninspiring to take photos with my dingy little point and shoot. It makes life look so bland. My phone takes better photos! It's just a hassle to upload from the phone.
