Confessions of a Blogaholic

If you're tired of reading the baby news, skip to the second half of this post where I talk about a book I recently read :)
I might finally understand how this "daily schedule with a child" thing works.

Rylee has been showing up for a couple weeks now that she wants to go to bed at 9pm, but I haven't been getting the hint. She usually eats around 8:30pm and until about 2 weeks ago, she would eat again around 12:30am. I would stay up until 12:30 to feed her and then go to bed myself.

When her schedule started changing and she stopped waking up at 12:30 (and started sleeping until 2:30am or 4:30am depending on her level of exhaustion), I didn't notice it. I would stay awake and eventually wake her up to eat around 12:30am.

Last night, Nate and I were tired, so I fed her at 8:30pm (as always) and put her to bed with us. We both fell asleep soon after and she let me sleep 5.5 hours!!

In the mornings, she east sometime around 7am and goes back to sleep until 11ish. Having gone to bed last night a 9pm, I was ready to get up at 7am this morning. So, here I am...enjoying a few hours of Me Time while she finishes up her morning sleep.

Wow! Who would have thought that just listening and paying attention to her cues would make my life seem more enjoyable???

The Last Lecture
In other news, I am thoroughly enjoying this summer. When I have time I am getting a lot of reading done. I finally had the chance to read The Last Lecture, which is a memoir by Randy Pausch. Pausch had been diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer when he delivered his lecture (later becoming the basis for the book) in which he encouraged people to follow their dreams and live a fulfilling and good life. I missed out on reading it in its prime when many, many people were reading it. If I remember correctly, it came out soon after my grandpa died of pancreatic cancer, and I just wasn't ready to read it at that time. Having read it now, I highly, highly recommend it. Pausch had three small kids who, unfortunately, would be left to grow up without their dad, and he delivered his lecture to leave a piece of himself behind for his kids.

What I loooove about literature is the legacy an author/writer leaves. That's part of the reason why I have always kept journals and now, this blog...When I am dead and gone some day, I want something to live on. If I blog, then I existed. My life will always be kept alive through print and people long into the future will know that I was a real person with thoughts, a life, a being. I guess I'm desperate to not be forgotten, and while that was only part of Pausch's purpose in writing his memoir, it's amazing to me that through this memoir he will survive long into the future. In that respect, he certainly outlived his cancer.

I wish my grandparents had left behind legacies of this tangible nature. I wish Rylee had journals from my grandma that she could read and learn from. In the future, my grandparents (as is the case with the majority of people who pass away) will be long forgotten, their existence less than a mere blip in the history of humankind. But books like Pausch's last forever; hopefully, blogs like this will last forever (yes, I'm getting this bad boy printed out into a book at the end of each year, lol), and HOPEFULLYmy experiences will leave behind some legacy of myself.

I'm off the soapbox now, just read the damn book :)