I’m not big on resolutions because I never fucking fulfill them, but what’s the harm? I’m sure that there’s some convoluted way that a resolution could ACTUALLY KILL ME, but that would require a Rube Goldberg-esque chain of events that I’m frankly not smart enough to parse. So, onward!
Resolutions for C.N.
C.N. is only two and a half, but it’s never too early to have goals! Especially when they involve singing and dancing more with mommy, which these do:
Read to C.N. twice a day—once during the day, and once at bedtime.
Get some fine motor skills practice in, whether that be through drawing (she loves her little LCD scribble pad), or fiddling with the board of cunning latches I bought her.
Have a song and dance party in the evening before we go to bed.
Introduce at least one new food a week (she is picky as hell, and we’ve got to work on that).
Sing the ABC song at least once a day and show her the letter magnets on the fridge, or draw the letters for her.
Play with her at least once a day (this will be hard, because she prefers to play on her own, but I had a child in order to provide myself with cheap entertainment, so tough crap, baby).
Resolutions for Me
My resolutions are less fun than C.N.’s, but hopefully they will keep my brain engaged and prevent my heart from literally exploding out of my chest:
Post here at least one a week (I know, I know, I already said that, but it bears repeating).
Walk three times a week.
Eat more fruits and vegetables.
Actually use my day planner like a goddamn adult.
And that’s it, because as we all know, I am otherwise perfect. Happy New Year!