Things On My Mind

*We sold both our car and our washer and dryer on Monday and officially said goodbye to them today. There's just something about trading in your wheels for walking and your ability to do laundry whenever you darn well feel like it and without quarters that makes you question the decisions that motivated you to sell them in the first place. I have to keep telling myself that we did not make these decisions blindly.

*It's really hard to pack an apartment with a colicky baby.

*And speaking of colic, here are some of the soothing strategies we've tried, with and without success: Mylicon; Dr Brown's Natural Flow bottles, gripe water, car rides, the swing, infant massage, baths, tummy time, and feedings on the front porch (apparently he enjoys the humidity...or maybe it's the white noise buzz of the cicadas...whatever it is, it generally works, thank heavens).

*Colic and constipation do not a good combination make.

*But even though that lately Garrett's been screaming through his feedings and has been having trouble pooping on his own, my little boy is sure getting big. We tried to weigh him at the Post Office again last night, but the self-serve mailing station had been taken out. Sad. My guess, though, is that he's about 10 pounds now.

*Garrett's newest trick is to suck his thumb when I lay him on his stomach. It's pretty cute. And I have to admit that sometimes I encourage it. Is that wrong?

*Moving is not on my list of favorite things to do in my spare time.

*Do we really need to keep this? Or that? And what about that? Are you sure we have enough boxes?

*It makes me dizzy, and sometimes also a little nauseous, to see just how many things we have now that they are making their way to the boxes which are quickly limiting any walking space in this apartment.

*Am I ready for the fact that the way of life I've always known is about to completely change?

*Good heavens, I'm tired. I'm glad this will all soon be over. Despite my anxiousness, I think I'm ready (or almost ready, anyway) to move on -- though perhaps that fact stems from my weariness of living in a sea of boxes.

*Sometimes I just want to break down and cry. And sometimes I do.

*But I can do this. I can do hard things. I can.

*Okay, so this I think will be my official signing off as a blogger from Muncie. I'll be back in a week or so to begin Phase II of Adventures with Lindsay. All right, Brooklyn...here we come!