Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I Blinked And My Baby Is A Big Girl!
The significant other and I took a much much much (cannot express how much) needed mini-vaca this past weekend to Atlantic City. Not the most glamorous of places but after our wilderness adventure the week prior (promise I will blog about this soon) I decided to take what I can get!
It was our two-year anniversary. In this two-year period we went from being a young and irresponsible couple living downtown to a slightly grown-up and slightly responsible couple living smack in the middle of suburbia. Instead of deciding what night club to go to or what restaurant to eat at, we are browsing paint selections and folding endless piles of laundry.
We left Friday evening after work. The significant other was late getting home and I was annoyed, but when I got into the car there was a small gift box sitting on my seat. He went to Jared! I felt guilty for nagging about his lateness but kept it to myself. You should never let a man know how easy it is to buy your love :) We drank like college kids, danced like fools and probably gambled away more of our savings then we should have. But we had so much fun. The significant other could not keep from showing me affection and it was much appreciated. So often you deliver a baby and go from being someone’s lover to someone’s mother. I openly admit that it has been sweats (besides work clothes) for me since Mia was born; so the feeling of taking a shower (an uninterrupted shower), shaving my legs, and putting on a sexy dress did wonders for my self esteem. I suggest everyone try it!
We came home quite exhausted on Sunday. Mia stayed with her grandmother while we were gone. As soon as I grabbed Mia, I said to her, "You have changed! You are heavier, longer and....." before I could say anything else she blew a raspberry at me. And then again! I shouted with delight. My mom said, "she almost learned to roll over too" Instant let down. I should have been so happy but I can’t believe I missed the first time she rolled over. A small feat for you and me, sure, but such a big accomplishment for a baby!
So while it was nice to get away and same probably saved my relationship (for at least a few more months anyway) the significant other and I decided, as we vegged out on the sofa with Mia that evening, life at home is an adventure. Better then any new clubs or even fancy sushi rolls. Growing up isn’t that bad.
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It was our two-year anniversary. In this two-year period we went from being a young and irresponsible couple living downtown to a slightly grown-up and slightly responsible couple living smack in the middle of suburbia. Instead of deciding what night club to go to or what restaurant to eat at, we are browsing paint selections and folding endless piles of laundry.
We left Friday evening after work. The significant other was late getting home and I was annoyed, but when I got into the car there was a small gift box sitting on my seat. He went to Jared! I felt guilty for nagging about his lateness but kept it to myself. You should never let a man know how easy it is to buy your love :) We drank like college kids, danced like fools and probably gambled away more of our savings then we should have. But we had so much fun. The significant other could not keep from showing me affection and it was much appreciated. So often you deliver a baby and go from being someone’s lover to someone’s mother. I openly admit that it has been sweats (besides work clothes) for me since Mia was born; so the feeling of taking a shower (an uninterrupted shower), shaving my legs, and putting on a sexy dress did wonders for my self esteem. I suggest everyone try it!
We came home quite exhausted on Sunday. Mia stayed with her grandmother while we were gone. As soon as I grabbed Mia, I said to her, "You have changed! You are heavier, longer and....." before I could say anything else she blew a raspberry at me. And then again! I shouted with delight. My mom said, "she almost learned to roll over too" Instant let down. I should have been so happy but I can’t believe I missed the first time she rolled over. A small feat for you and me, sure, but such a big accomplishment for a baby!
So while it was nice to get away and same probably saved my relationship (for at least a few more months anyway) the significant other and I decided, as we vegged out on the sofa with Mia that evening, life at home is an adventure. Better then any new clubs or even fancy sushi rolls. Growing up isn’t that bad.
Hey I have followers! If you have a blog and I am not following please let me know where I can find it! Thanks!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Defending Myself From The Bad Mommy Patrol
I work. I actually work a lot. I look at Mia every morning and beg her not to change or discover anything new until I get to see her at night. But then I get home at night and I am so tired. A lot of nights I pray that Mia will take a bottle, fall asleep and stay asleep until the sun rises. I often feel so guilty. The part that makes me feel like the worst mom in the world is that I could stay home if I wanted to (with sacrifice of course). But, I choose not to. In some ways I have rationalized that working actually makes me a better mother. Because I work Mia can basically have anything she wants. We will be able to send her to private school, enjoy vacations and make sure that college is paid for. I further rationalize it by telling myself that my mother worked and I turned out just fine. However, deep down inside I know that I work because I don't want to loose myself. It is selfish and I know that. But I am scared.
This morning Mia cried the whole way to the center. She was feed, dry and warm. All of her basic needs were met. She is old enough now that it is so easy to decipher her cry. I know exactly what she wanted. She wanted me. We pulled into the parking lot and I opened the backdoor. I lifted her and she placed her head on my shoulder letting out a huge sigh. It is days like this that I just wish it was easy enough to make a u-turn, take her home and spend the day lying on the couch.
Parenting really is a selfless job and I have extreme admiration for mothers who take it on as their full time job. I need to learn how to juggle life better. It honestly would be the best gift I could ever give Mia. Better then anything money could buy. This morning instead of begging Mia not to change I promised her that I would.
This morning Mia cried the whole way to the center. She was feed, dry and warm. All of her basic needs were met. She is old enough now that it is so easy to decipher her cry. I know exactly what she wanted. She wanted me. We pulled into the parking lot and I opened the backdoor. I lifted her and she placed her head on my shoulder letting out a huge sigh. It is days like this that I just wish it was easy enough to make a u-turn, take her home and spend the day lying on the couch.
Parenting really is a selfless job and I have extreme admiration for mothers who take it on as their full time job. I need to learn how to juggle life better. It honestly would be the best gift I could ever give Mia. Better then anything money could buy. This morning instead of begging Mia not to change I promised her that I would.
Friday, November 5, 2010
A Letter to my Daughter a Year Later
To my daughter:
You were born on June 27, 2010 at 8:09 p.m. I have no hard labor story to guilt you with. You were born quick and easy and the worst part of the whole experience was the anticipation for you to make your entrance. Your father and I were surrounded by our wonderful families and the instant you came into this world you were loved more than you will ever know. When I saw your father hold you I was overrun with the most intense emotion I have ever felt and at that moment I was so proud to have chosen him as your daddy.
You are this fantastic snoogler. It is my favorite thing about you. I use to complain about the fact that you hate your crib but secretly loved that you needed me so much. That you just love to lay in my arms. I love feeling you breath and the little grunts and coos you make. You lay in my arms and just fit perfectly, so humble and so innocent. When you first smiled, the light I saw in your face made me cry. I will forever carry that image in my thoughts.
Don't get me wrong, however, you are as feisty as you are sweet. I can already tell you will be much like me. You go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. You are impatient. You grab at your face and make the most dramatic poses. You fake cry. And already have your father hooked. I will never discourage you from being this person. You are a cancer baby and those born under this sign wear their hearts on their sleeves. Please always be stubborn and even when you might be wrong, if you think you are right, please fight! Please be loving and nurture those who need it. Please stay true to whoever you will be and wear your emotions proud.
It took me awhile to come to terms with the fact that I was going to be your mother. I was so scared at the prospect of the idea of being responsible for you. For making decisions that will have an everlasting effect on who you will be or how you will act. But not I have a feeling of fulfillment beyond words. On your birth day I was amazed and overwhelmed at what a little miracle you are. I knew at that moment that I have always wanted you. That I have always needed you. And although I can not be sure that I will be the greatest mother, I promise you that I will do my best.
Your father and I dream about your future. How you will act. What your first words will be. What you will sound like. I have all these great hopes for you. But more than anything I want you to be happy. Please always remember that. Even when you think I don't, and it will happen eventually, please remember that I love you. Please remember that I will always be proud of you and that you should never fear me. Please have faith and remember that life is a wonderful gift. Please remember that we live our lives in phases, when one ends another begins. Change is constant and that only this is certain in life. Life is short so please remember to seize all of your precious moments, live life to the fullest and have no regrets.
You were born on June 27, 2010 at 8:09 p.m. I have no hard labor story to guilt you with. You were born quick and easy and the worst part of the whole experience was the anticipation for you to make your entrance. Your father and I were surrounded by our wonderful families and the instant you came into this world you were loved more than you will ever know. When I saw your father hold you I was overrun with the most intense emotion I have ever felt and at that moment I was so proud to have chosen him as your daddy.
You are this fantastic snoogler. It is my favorite thing about you. I use to complain about the fact that you hate your crib but secretly loved that you needed me so much. That you just love to lay in my arms. I love feeling you breath and the little grunts and coos you make. You lay in my arms and just fit perfectly, so humble and so innocent. When you first smiled, the light I saw in your face made me cry. I will forever carry that image in my thoughts.
Don't get me wrong, however, you are as feisty as you are sweet. I can already tell you will be much like me. You go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. You are impatient. You grab at your face and make the most dramatic poses. You fake cry. And already have your father hooked. I will never discourage you from being this person. You are a cancer baby and those born under this sign wear their hearts on their sleeves. Please always be stubborn and even when you might be wrong, if you think you are right, please fight! Please be loving and nurture those who need it. Please stay true to whoever you will be and wear your emotions proud.
It took me awhile to come to terms with the fact that I was going to be your mother. I was so scared at the prospect of the idea of being responsible for you. For making decisions that will have an everlasting effect on who you will be or how you will act. But not I have a feeling of fulfillment beyond words. On your birth day I was amazed and overwhelmed at what a little miracle you are. I knew at that moment that I have always wanted you. That I have always needed you. And although I can not be sure that I will be the greatest mother, I promise you that I will do my best.
Your father and I dream about your future. How you will act. What your first words will be. What you will sound like. I have all these great hopes for you. But more than anything I want you to be happy. Please always remember that. Even when you think I don't, and it will happen eventually, please remember that I love you. Please remember that I will always be proud of you and that you should never fear me. Please have faith and remember that life is a wonderful gift. Please remember that we live our lives in phases, when one ends another begins. Change is constant and that only this is certain in life. Life is short so please remember to seize all of your precious moments, live life to the fullest and have no regrets.
Forever Young
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
Here to Party,er, I mean BLOG!
This is the dreaded first blog. I have no idea what this blog will be or if anyone will read. I feel inspired to do this so I can document my life with Mia. Maybe one day she will look back upon this. So here we go......
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