I didn't do the couch to 5k program that I started in January. I didn't even finish a full week. Turns out that while my internal organs weren't literally dragging behind me on the ground, it felt close enough to the truth to put me off of jogging and running permanently. I guess if I'm ever being chased by something scary, I'd better hope that I remember where I put my car keys.
Jack started speech therapy in January of 2013, and now we can hardly believe that we ever thought he needed it. Hopefully by this time next year we'll be able to say the same about potty training. (I hate potty training - I will happily give birth to your kids for you if you'll promise to potty train mine for me, because it is my least favorite part of being a parent - I'd rather deal with stomach flu. I'd rather do nearly anything, honestly, than potty train man or beast).
In February I was slightly more awesome - I stood up for that kid at Chick Fil A who was being verbally berated by her grandfather for an accident (the whole story). I didn't run anywhere.
In March I got an MRI of my head, proving once and for all that there is a functioning brain up there. It was normal. Here we are in December and I think we've finally found the right combination of medicines to keep my headaches away - I have only had one since December 10 and alcohol may have been a factor. It has been a long year of "let's try this for 6 weeks and if it doesn't work we'll try the next thing for 6 weeks." My answer has been, "Hey, I don't get migraines when I'm pregnant, BJ," but so far he's not a fan of that plan. We'll see... Claire turned 6.
In April I turned 37. That's exactly 20 years older than I feel (until I hang out with actual 17 year olds, then I'm like, "Oh yeah, I'm a fossil.")
In May Kate turned 1, Jack continued speech therapy, and I didn't write much.
In June we bought our new home, and most of my time since then has been spent playing house. BJ also turned 37.
In July I panicked about renters. I shouldn't have, though, because the family we eventually found is AWESOME.
In August Mary Grace turned 8 and I accidentally got another dog. The girls started 2nd and 1st grade.
In September Han Solo started showing up EVERYWHERE. The girls discovered and then promptly blocked out the truth about Santa, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, etc.
In October, not much happened. In November I didn't even post. Truly I am the world's worst blogger.
In December Jack turned 3 and we spent most of the month partying instead of blogging. You would know that if I ever posted pictures anywhere other than Facebook.
It's funny because this time of year I always look back and regret not writing more, but at the same time, I feel like the kids' stories belong to them more and more as they get older. Last time I got all angsty about this I had another baby so that I would have new material. Not sure that BJ is going to let me get away with that again.
Happy New Year, Internet!
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Ohhhhhh, how I have missed you! xoxo Connie
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