Ella literally started screaming around 9:30 last night - better known as two minutes after I got comfortable in bed - and didn't stop until around three this morning. If you think I'm exaggerating...just ask Dustin. He didn't even get to sleep last night and physically collapsed this afternoon when the house was empty.
Nothing was wrong with her. I changed her diaper (three times to be exact), I gave her bottles, I rocked her, I took her temperature, I patted her back, I put her in the swing, I gave her Tylenol for the heck of it, I did everything I could think of. And each time I got her settled down and left her room she would start screaming again. I'd let her cry for awhile and then re-enter and she would immediately stop crying, look at me and smile and/or giggle.
Let me tell you...at 2:00 in the morning that is infuriating. Especially given the fact that we've all been battling sickness in this house and sleep has been pretty limited this week.
And after all that I had to make a change in her bedroom tonight.
Can you see what it is?
Here's a hint:
Yes, she is officially pulling herself to a standing position now and I had to lower her mattress. Normally a big change like this would make me all sentimental and I'd be all weepy at the fact that my "last" baby is quickly becoming a non-baby.
But tonight I'm just happy that she can't fall out of her crib and that she is so exhausted from the lack of sleep that she will hopefully sleep for me tonight. **knock on wood**
Yet even as tired as I am tonight, I took some time to enjoy our newest addition.
This is the piano I learned to play on. I have spent hours upon hours practicing on this bench. And even after the piano lessons stopped I spent countless hours pounding away at these keys.
I have wanted a piano so badly for years now and my mother knew how much I wanted one. She knows how important music is to me and how much I missed playing so she made the extremely generous offer for us to use the piano for as long as we would like to have it. OMG. When she made the offer I started bawling. I cannot even begin to describe how much that meant to me. Truly...there are no words.
She has played the organ at church for the past several years so she spends more time practicing at the organ than playing the piano anymore. And when I made some comment about how after all these years - a new camper and a new truck for my husband - and I still didn't have my piano, she decided to change that.
I called and arranged to have the piano moved and today it has found its new home in my formal dining room.
I haven't played out of some of these books since I've had kids and amazingly my fingers remembered where to go for the most part. It was like riding a bike. Well...some were like riding a bike. And some were more like crashing and burning.
Oh, well. I learned them once. I can learn them again.
Thanks again, mom. I'd say you have no idea how much this meant to me...but I know you do.
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