I've been busy... not with anything exciting or important or even anything worthy of writing about here. I've been really caught up in cleaning.
I know. That's really sad. But, it makes me feel good.
My mom apologized for giving me a new vacuum cleaner, saying she knew it wasn't the most exciting thing I could have gotten from them for my birthday... But, you know what? I was so excited about it. And I told her that, when they were here. I've vacuumed almost every day since they brought it here. And for me, that's saying a hell of a lot.
I don't have any idea if anyone else feels this way, but... I feel really good when our apartment is clean. It makes other things easier to do. It makes my whole life feel so much less cluttered and dirty. Not that my life is exceeding complicated right now. But, it makes a huge difference to my whole mental attitude.
It's worked so well. I managed to be in bed just past 10:30pm, last night... and, I got up, of my own volition around 7:30am this morning. Now, for normal people, that probably doesn't sound too impressive at all. But, for me, who was going to bed around 3-4am and getting up 11am or later -- this is quite extraordinary.
So, I'm happy about cleaning my house, and keeping reasonable hours... dear gods, what's next? Balancing my checkbook; which I have not done consistently for about five to six years. I know. How scary is that? I've been playing checking account roulette for several years now. And, definately not beating the odds.
I'm becoming a grown-up. Even if I don't feel like one. But, it's so much better to be responsible and organized than do stupid shit, just because I'm lazy. It's a lot less stressful, in many ways, than I had expected it to be. At least I'm in control, and I really do know what's going on.
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Savannah and I even went out for a walk this afternoon, around the apartment complex. She seemed to have a good time, even if she did spend most of the walk pulling my hair and my leather pouch tightly around my neck. I took her out in the backpack-ish carrier.
We wandered around the backs of a lot of the buildings, down past the tennis courts and the pool. We lingered at the duck pond, so I could point out the new baby Mallard ducklings to Savannah. She giggled and babbled along the way. And, I did as I always do while spending most of my waking hours with her alone, I held my own little one-sided conversation with her about this and that, as we walked.
Savannah's just started to cut her two top incisors, and she's been chewing on everything. She also just learned how to sit up, from a lying position, all on her own. She suprised me today, when I went to wake her up from her afternoon nap, and she was sitting up in the crib, smiling and giggling at me. I'm so thankful my dad lowered the crib mattress when he was here.
I need to get her some sunscreen, some swimmer diapers and probably a new swimsuit after next payday. I'm guessing the complex's pool will be open by then, and I can take her up for a while here and there to cool off in the pool. It will be fun, I think. I'm looking foward to it.
It's amazing, how different I feel in only a short year. I look back on the entries I wrote last May, and what I'm thinking and feeling now. I'm only starting to get to know this beautiful little girl who I love with every particle of my being. I mean, her personality and her likes and dislikes are evident now more than ever.
She seems to have inherited a few of her parents' little quirks and idiosyncrasies. She loves to laugh and be silly, which I think she's definately gotten from her daddy. And, she's easy-going and generally happy, like her mommy. And, she just seems to get more and more beautiful every day.
I'm excited about using eMemories.com for photo developing, until we get a digital camera and/or scanner that works. As soon as I have a new roll of film to develop, I'll be sure to finally post some recent pictures of Savannah. Daddy just took a few the other night when she was taking a bath. They were sweet.
I'll stop rambling for now. Although, anyone who talks to me in person knows I could go on and on about Savannah for hours on end. She's my most favourite 28½ inch tall girl in the world.
We're off to play and make some dinner. And try to find out just how late Daddy might be coming home from work tonight. I hope you have a great weekend.
I'm looking forward spending time with my family, and probably cleaning some more. (Note to my dad: Yes, I know I need a life. But, this will have to do, for now.)