Finally finished my summer class. Yup, I'm done. The thing I like least about finishing a course is the final. They want to give you a final test over all this wonderful information. I've been cramming it into my brain and by this point in time I'm so over it. Finishing the test a quickly as possible with no care for consequences. On to the next thing. They should test your enthusiasm for the first 3 weeks and combine that with your final to count as your final score.
Starting at Washburn in the fall! Officially enrolled as an Icabod. This is my 4.0 year. It is not only accessible but actually possible this year for me to reach that 4.0 because I am taking two of the classes for the second time. That makes me sound stupid, I only need to retake one and my scores didn't transfer for my other class. And the third class is English. I always get A's on my english papers if I write them and revise them once. I just get too fucking lazy by the time that I finish the thing to go back over it. Goal #1: Write English papers the week they are assigned. What a fucking concept.
Brooklyn is 7months, going on walking/talking/flirting. She is this little ray of light in my life. She may scream and cry occasionally for attention but the second we lock eyes she settles. Everything is right with the world. Sad confession: I was THRILLED the first time she cried in someone's arm and stopped the second I took her. That level of adoration is completely and absolutely the most wonderful feeling.
Her schedule usually makes her wake up for a bottle around 5am. I'm on this kick where she is not allowed in bed with me anymore. At all. If she wakes up before 5, I put her back to sleep in the crib (even for thirty minutes sometimes). Then, I wake up with her at 5. This has gotten us many catnaps together on the couch. It is bliss.
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