
I've been slacking in my blogging. I started working and I started a good book and so I haven't been on the computer as much as usual.
My job is a job. Nothing to brag about. But I'm grateful to have it. We can keep our heads above water without having to put Emi in daycare (I work while Steve is home, so he can watch her when I'm not). Of course, I still worry about that. Not because Steve is a bad dad. He's a great dad. He's just a man and therefore inclined to let Emi "tough it out" more often than I would. :) She always seems happy when I get home, though, so I'm getting more used to it.
We finally decided it was time to start putting Emi in her crib at night. She was sleeping in the pack-n-play in our room up til now, but she seemed to be outgrowing it. She would always end up with her head mashed up against the top of the pack-n-play, or lying sideways in it. And she was always cold when she woke up because it was so close to the floor. So we moved her into her crib a few nights ago and she sleeps much more soundly in there. They say to keep them in your room until they're 6 months old now because it reduces the risk of SIDS, but it just wasn't working, so I decided to risk it. Besides, my dad sent me an article about SIDS that said that having a fan going in the room with the baby reduced the risk of SIDS by 72%. So we turned a fan on in there and I feel good about it.
I'm reading
State of Fear by Michael Chrichton. It's a pretty good book. I like that he debunks the theory of Global Warming and other scientifically unproven environmentalist causes in it. The action is a little ridiculous, but otherwise it's well written. Did you know that he died last week? Cancer. He was 65. I didn't picture him that old.
Well, I had better go get ready for church. We never seem to make it on time any more with Emi. Oh well. God knows we're trying, right? Someday we'll figure it out.