Phew.

End of the week. Not like it's been a super crazy week, but it's the first week that I haven't had any help in the mornings, and we managed pretty well. Maggie is much more reasonable in the mornings now (no totally inconsolable crying) and Hulk likes to do his thing (which involves going down the stairs all by himself... which is super cute). We went to the baby friendly movie and saw Alice in Wonderland with a friend, went to mom's group, visited my co-workers at my office with Maggie, did some shopping, got my oil changed and even assembled our meals at Dream Dinners. Getting back into the swing of things.

Just like I mentioned that Maggie seems to have grown up so much in the past few weeks - so has Hulk. He now says YES! to everything (which is a hell of a lot better than no). He also says please (pez! while hitting his stomach - his version of the sign for please), dog!, and the old favorites WOW and Uh oh....

Now that the weather is getting nicer, we are spending a lot of time outside. The time is approaching to plant Nora's tree and put her ashes under it. That is going to involve some heavy equipment - so we are also planning on where to put the kids new playset - which is an awesome hand-me-down from a friend. I'm noticing that we are kind of obsessing on the playset, and realized that we are focusing on that and not the fact that the reason we are getting landscapers in the first place is to put in Nora's tree. I guess whatever it takes to get us through, right?

Life is slowly getting back to normal - and I've noticed that now that Nora isn't on my mind 24X7, when I do get pulled back to think of her, it hits me even harder. Which sucks. I thought being further away from the event would cushion things, but it doesn't. I had yet another fight with my insurance company this week (actually TWO - on TWO different issues, fuckers), and it all circles me back to the original issue when Nora first died and they couldn't figured out how to deal with two children born on the same day, one alive and one not. Remember all of Maggie's claims were getting rejected because they thought her insurance was canceled? AUGH. So although I was justified to be angry in the first place (somehow my claim got lost in the mail. Seriously, what are the odds that MY claim gets lost by the USPS. Have you ever gotten mail LOST!?! And the fact that it's MY mail with this god damn insurance company!?!?!? I was LIVID) the history cycles me right back to my loss. It sucks. The rational part of me knows that will happen, but living it sucks.

But - thinking forward to a fun weekend. Tomorrow I've got a day with Hulk's godmother - we are going to take him to the Discovery Museum and then to a play date with neighbors, and then just hang out. There is a chance that Aaron and I may take advantage of her good nature and go out for a little date night too. We will see.