I’ve been agonizing for days over what I was going to write in the milestone post. As per usual, I have no idea, so let’s just see where my thoughts take us, shall we?!
Did I mention that you turned 1-year-old today? I hope so, because this is a VERY big deal. A year ago today I was laying in a hospital bed, my epidural was wearing off and I was scared out of my mind. I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to do this. Afraid that being a parent would be too much for me. I wasn’t strong enough or smart enough and you’d end up a 17-year-old on the Jerry Springer show titled “How My Mom Ruined My Life.” Which, I suppose, could still happen, so if you decide to become a reality TV star, please remember how I breastfed you for a whole year. Seriously.
You really decided to show us in the last few weeks that, HELLO, you are no longer a baby. You are a toddler, and we’d better not forget it! I constantly catch you sitting on the floor with a book (upside down) in your hands talking to yourself. And you’ve started this sumo wrestler style of walking. You stomp around with a giant, goofy grin on your face, just looking for something to pull down off a shelf or table. Baby proofing cannot contain you. Hell, Attica couldn’t contain you, little one.
Yesterday was your first birthday party with friends and family, and of course, you were wonderful. Just stomping around in your little grass skirt and bikini top (did someone say Jerry Springer?) saying hi to everyone and attempting to escape to the outdoors. One really wonderful thing about you getting bigger, Lucy, is your ability to show no fear during times of extreme change or stress. You just dive right in, whether it’s going to a new person every day while I’m at work or attempting to crawl into your blue plastic boat and getting stuck or diving head first off the couch/bed/lap of whoever is holding you. You just laugh (and sometimes cry) and then move on. I wish I could be as flexible as you.
Moments like these are when I really wish I was a better writer. I wish I could fully explain how profoundly you’ve affected my life so people could grasp what an amazing little thing you are. It’s just incomprehensible that you are the little bean in my belly, all grown up. And not only could I do all of those motherly things I was afraid I’d be horrible at, I’m actually pretty good at them. You have made me a mother, and a wonderful one at that. You have given purpose to my life that is so much more than I ever expected. Just the thought of you makes me smile. The smell of your yummy little baby head brings tears to my eyes. Watching you learn and change and grow. Seeing how smart you are and how much you remind me of your father. When you nuzzle up in the bend of my neck and wrap your arms around me and sigh so deeply…these are things that I cannot imagine living without. And I don’t remember how I survived without them.
Happy birthday little monkey baby. I love you.
Love,
Mama
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I’m not stressed out. I’m not stressed out. I’m not stressed out.
It’s my new mantra.
And I think it’s working!* I do! Really! I swear!
*Or it may be the fact that I’m already drinking.
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My good buddy Mikayla turned one year older yesterday. And what, do you ask, did she spend her birthday doing? Why, moving furniture and performing manual labor, of course! She’s in the midst of a traumatic move from the house she’s currently living in with grumpy Heath (yes, that grumpy Heath) to a house across the street, while the people in the house across the street are moving into the house next door to the house that Mikayla and Heath live in now…whew! Sort of a confusing musical chairs, but with houses. So, musical houses, I guess. I have heard the reason for the move (something about a bigger kitchen and backyard and blah blah blah), but I think it’s just because Mikayla likes to see grumpy Heath get all sweaty. No, I am not suggesting anything. I’m not!
Anyway, a very happy birthday to Mikayla. She’s so sweet and wonderful and nice and helpful and is the best neighbor you could ask for. She’s been such a godsend with Lucylu and is more than willing to listen to me complain about my resident web-dork for hours. She’s also got really pretty hair. And very stylish glasses. And a pool pass. We love her.
Happy birthday, Mikayla! Thanks for all of the boxed wine and cable TV. Thanks for introducing me to American Idol. And thanks for being such a wonderful godmother to Lucy.
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12 Months (A Whole Freaking Year!)
/2 Comments/in Happiness, Lucy /by MeganDear Lucy,
I’ve been agonizing for days over what I was going to write in the milestone post. As per usual, I have no idea, so let’s just see where my thoughts take us, shall we?!
Did I mention that you turned 1-year-old today? I hope so, because this is a VERY big deal. A year ago today I was laying in a hospital bed, my epidural was wearing off and I was scared out of my mind. I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to do this. Afraid that being a parent would be too much for me. I wasn’t strong enough or smart enough and you’d end up a 17-year-old on the Jerry Springer show titled “How My Mom Ruined My Life.” Which, I suppose, could still happen, so if you decide to become a reality TV star, please remember how I breastfed you for a whole year. Seriously.
You really decided to show us in the last few weeks that, HELLO, you are no longer a baby. You are a toddler, and we’d better not forget it! I constantly catch you sitting on the floor with a book (upside down) in your hands talking to yourself. And you’ve started this sumo wrestler style of walking. You stomp around with a giant, goofy grin on your face, just looking for something to pull down off a shelf or table. Baby proofing cannot contain you. Hell, Attica couldn’t contain you, little one.
Yesterday was your first birthday party with friends and family, and of course, you were wonderful. Just stomping around in your little grass skirt and bikini top (did someone say Jerry Springer?) saying hi to everyone and attempting to escape to the outdoors. One really wonderful thing about you getting bigger, Lucy, is your ability to show no fear during times of extreme change or stress. You just dive right in, whether it’s going to a new person every day while I’m at work or attempting to crawl into your blue plastic boat and getting stuck or diving head first off the couch/bed/lap of whoever is holding you. You just laugh (and sometimes cry) and then move on. I wish I could be as flexible as you.
Moments like these are when I really wish I was a better writer. I wish I could fully explain how profoundly you’ve affected my life so people could grasp what an amazing little thing you are. It’s just incomprehensible that you are the little bean in my belly, all grown up. And not only could I do all of those motherly things I was afraid I’d be horrible at, I’m actually pretty good at them. You have made me a mother, and a wonderful one at that. You have given purpose to my life that is so much more than I ever expected. Just the thought of you makes me smile. The smell of your yummy little baby head brings tears to my eyes. Watching you learn and change and grow. Seeing how smart you are and how much you remind me of your father. When you nuzzle up in the bend of my neck and wrap your arms around me and sigh so deeply…these are things that I cannot imagine living without. And I don’t remember how I survived without them.
Happy birthday little monkey baby. I love you.
Love,
Mama
Live Party Blogging Part 1
/2 Comments/in Blond, Family, Fun, Lucy /by MeganI’m not stressed out. I’m not stressed out. I’m not stressed out.
It’s my new mantra.
And I think it’s working!* I do! Really! I swear!
*Or it may be the fact that I’m already drinking.
She doesn’t look a day over 25
/1 Comment/in Fun, Photos /by MeganMy good buddy Mikayla turned one year older yesterday. And what, do you ask, did she spend her birthday doing? Why, moving furniture and performing manual labor, of course! She’s in the midst of a traumatic move from the house she’s currently living in with grumpy Heath (yes, that grumpy Heath) to a house across the street, while the people in the house across the street are moving into the house next door to the house that Mikayla and Heath live in now…whew! Sort of a confusing musical chairs, but with houses. So, musical houses, I guess. I have heard the reason for the move (something about a bigger kitchen and backyard and blah blah blah), but I think it’s just because Mikayla likes to see grumpy Heath get all sweaty. No, I am not suggesting anything. I’m not!
Anyway, a very happy birthday to Mikayla. She’s so sweet and wonderful and nice and helpful and is the best neighbor you could ask for. She’s been such a godsend with Lucylu and is more than willing to listen to me complain about my resident web-dork for hours. She’s also got really pretty hair. And very stylish glasses. And a pool pass. We love her.
Happy birthday, Mikayla! Thanks for all of the boxed wine and cable TV. Thanks for introducing me to American Idol. And thanks for being such a wonderful godmother to Lucy.