I have not written a blog post in FOREVER! I apologize to all of my loyal fans and followers. (That's a joke in case you couldn't tell.)
I figured we were due up for some confessions so here we go:
1. I am in a very defeated, mopey, sad little mood today because I went to the O.B. and I am not dilated AT ALL and barely effaced. I knew I shouldn't let myself get hopeful since I am only 36 and a half weeks and because I never dilated much with Liam... but I did get hopeful. I didn't think I was having the baby today or anything but I just wanted to hear that I had made progress. I am so tired of being pregnant and I feel like I am not spending enough "quality" time with Liam because I am too tired and achy to play and do the things I wish I could. I am just over the whole pregnancy thing. Sooo - in response to not getting my way - today I am not cleaning or doing housework or completing anything on my to do list and just moping and feeling sorry for myself. Yes, this is childish, but I am tired (really tired!) and unmotivated.
2. Today at the doctor there was a toddler about Liam's age walking around and playing and exploring and his pregnant mom was chasing him around the waiting room. I felt bad that I made Liam sit in his stroller and did not let him get out and play but my back was hurting and I didn't want to deal with the inevitable fit that would have ensued when it was time to get back into his stroller. In short, apparently the other pregnant mama is a stronger woman than I am. Oh well.
3. My mail lady and I have a feud going on. Can you believe that? Sounds insane. But it is true. She hates me and I hate her. She hates me so much that she ran over our garbage can last week and left a huge dent in it. I will not bore with you the details. It is, for the record, 100 % HER fault.
Sorry, wish I had more, maybe my funky little mood and my exhaustion are making it difficult for me to think. I don't know. I read once that you should blog every single day in order to keep in the rhythm and the practice of writing and I think that that is probably very true. I will try and do a much better job of posting more!
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Friday, June 1, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
What I Learned From Liam's First Birthday Party
I am not exaggerating when I say that I have been planning Liam's birthday party since around November. I knew we could not have it at home a) because our house is too small to entertain the 40 people who ended up attending (There were 60 invitees) and b) that sounded incredibly overwhelming and stressful. Therefore, I began scouting, researching and calling locations early as I wanted to find a kid-friendly venue relatively close to the house with enough room, tables, etc. I also wanted for there to be some sort of activity so that the kids would be entertained for a half hour or so at least. The fire house won out. Once I decided on the fire house, the theme became obvious and apparent and the planning began... It was a great party but here is what I learned about throwing a baby a party. Hopefully this will save some other new mom out there some trouble.
One year olds don't really care about their birthdays...
at all. I knew, of course, that he wouldn't know it was his birthday or his party. I knew that the party, in many ways, was for Daniel and I. BUT I also allowed myself to become very stressed and crazy over this party and Liam spent 90 % of it playing on the floor with his cousins. To him, it could have been any other family gathering. He didn't wear the cute fire hat for more than 2 minutes. He didn't notice that his cake looked like a fire truck. He didn't really eat any of the food and he passed out during the fire house tour. Daniel and I opened his presents for him. He ate probably four or five bites of cake and then Daniel thought he looked a little sick so he took it away... at which point Liam simply smeared the frosting left on his hands on... everything. His favorite part of the day, I am pretty sure, was the balloons.
If I had the party to do over I still would have lots of food, would have made sure there was an activity for the kids and probably would have bought the favors, the hats, the precious personalized birthday shirt and... well... everything else... but I would not have laid awake nights worrying about any of it. So what if the tortilla chips had run out or if there had only been THREE flavors of cupcakes instead of 4 or, heck, just one!? I mean, really, would anyone have noticed? I know the most important person there (Liam!) surely would not have. My husband assures me that some day he will care; when he looks back at pictures he will be appreciative of all of the trouble we went to. I like to think so but I am not sure I have ever seen pictures of my first birthday... if I have, I couldn't tell you anything about them. My first birthday party was really for my parents just as Liam's was for us.
So, here's my vow for Derek's first birthday party next June/July - I will not be so crazy about it and it will still be awesome and everyone will have fun!!!!
One year olds don't really care about their birthdays...
If I had the party to do over I still would have lots of food, would have made sure there was an activity for the kids and probably would have bought the favors, the hats, the precious personalized birthday shirt and... well... everything else... but I would not have laid awake nights worrying about any of it. So what if the tortilla chips had run out or if there had only been THREE flavors of cupcakes instead of 4 or, heck, just one!? I mean, really, would anyone have noticed? I know the most important person there (Liam!) surely would not have. My husband assures me that some day he will care; when he looks back at pictures he will be appreciative of all of the trouble we went to. I like to think so but I am not sure I have ever seen pictures of my first birthday... if I have, I couldn't tell you anything about them. My first birthday party was really for my parents just as Liam's was for us.
So, here's my vow for Derek's first birthday party next June/July - I will not be so crazy about it and it will still be awesome and everyone will have fun!!!!
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Saturday, March 24, 2012
My Daniel
I like to think of myself as a good mom. All moms do, right? I like to think that I am doing a really good job most days and that my son feels loved, is well-nourished and cared for and is going to grow up to be an awesome guy someday. This is at the core of everything I do and who I am. It is the most important role I will ever play. If I fail at raising good sons, I don't know that any other accomplishment would ever matter to me much at all. I am proud of my role as a mother. But I have to admit something --- The truth of the matter is that I could not be half of the mom that I am if it weren't for my husband, Daniel. He is a great dad because he is IN LOVE with his kids (the one outside of the belly and the one inside) and he is affectionate and doting. He is not afraid of dirty diapers or bath time. He feeds Liam his bedtime bottle every single night. He lays his hands on my stomach every day waiting for Derek to kick. BUT the biggest reason he is a great dad is because he is a great husband. From the big things (He is a great provider and a hard worker) to the little ones (He brings me home surprises like my favorite candies or, lately, Limeade Sparklers from Taco Bell!) he finds ways to show me that he loves me often. Sometimes he forgets to behave and is short or snappy with me or blames me for things that are (clearly) not my fault but he usually apologizes quickly. He can be a bit of a smartass (OK the biggest smartass in history) and he forgets to do half of what I ask him to do without being reminded... a hundred times. That's OK and I will tell you why. This is a secret so don't tell anyone.
I am not perfect either.
I don't always like to admit it but I am neurotic and naggy and overly sensitive. I am crabby in the morning and can be a bit of a know it all. And I am terrible at saying, "Sorry." (That's mostly because I am never wrong).
We are both obnoxious and pushy in our own ways. We like things our own way. We pick on each other quite a bit. We almost always end up arguing on long car rides. But the truth of the matter is that we really, really love each other. We really, really couldn't imagine life without each other. We are madly in love with our sons. We are decent people trying to build a decent life for each other and, most importantly, Liam and Derek. We make each other better parents and better people. He teaches me to let things go and I teach him to pay attention to what is important. I hope, I really hope, our sons are silly like him and have fun in life like he does. I hope they blast their music in their cars and sing. (I hate loud music but I like the IDEA of it... the freedom and joy that it symbolizes.) I hope they work hard like he does. I hope they compliment my cooking (and all other women's) like he does. That's a great quality in a man. I hope they are good husbands and good friends and wonderful fathers... fiercely protective and loyal. And they better know how much their mother loves their father. Even if I yell at him some days or try and boss him around (He needs it! He forgets EVERYTHING, I'm telling you!!!) they better know that we, as a family, are four... a unit. Without one of us, we are nothing.
Most of all, I hope they know that they don't have to worry... that their mother and father will always fix whatever is broken...
I am not perfect either.
I don't always like to admit it but I am neurotic and naggy and overly sensitive. I am crabby in the morning and can be a bit of a know it all. And I am terrible at saying, "Sorry." (That's mostly because I am never wrong).
We are both obnoxious and pushy in our own ways. We like things our own way. We pick on each other quite a bit. We almost always end up arguing on long car rides. But the truth of the matter is that we really, really love each other. We really, really couldn't imagine life without each other. We are madly in love with our sons. We are decent people trying to build a decent life for each other and, most importantly, Liam and Derek. We make each other better parents and better people. He teaches me to let things go and I teach him to pay attention to what is important. I hope, I really hope, our sons are silly like him and have fun in life like he does. I hope they blast their music in their cars and sing. (I hate loud music but I like the IDEA of it... the freedom and joy that it symbolizes.) I hope they work hard like he does. I hope they compliment my cooking (and all other women's) like he does. That's a great quality in a man. I hope they are good husbands and good friends and wonderful fathers... fiercely protective and loyal. And they better know how much their mother loves their father. Even if I yell at him some days or try and boss him around (He needs it! He forgets EVERYTHING, I'm telling you!!!) they better know that we, as a family, are four... a unit. Without one of us, we are nothing.
Most of all, I hope they know that they don't have to worry... that their mother and father will always fix whatever is broken...
BUT PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, let them be better at remembering things!!!!!
First year we were married. At a bar. This pic sort of sums us up. (Check out Daniel's hair!... and no beard!)
Fourth year. No more bars. This pic also sort of sums us up. (Derek was there too!!)
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
My Little Ray of Sunshine
While I have been pregnant this second time I have been utterly PLAGUED by mood swings, worry and crying spells. I have been an emotional basketcase who, at times, feels totally out of control of my emotions. It has been trying for myself and my husband and I have tried extremely hard not to let my son see too much or sense too much of it but I am sure he does sometimes. However, when I have cried in front of him, he has laughed HYSTERICALLY giving me the sense he thinks I am just making silly noises and sounds... playing with him. Long-lasting emotional scarring seems unlikely... This totally inappropriate laughter, however, is often just what I need to snap out of it. How can you be upset when there is this gorgeous little boy laughing so hard his face is turning red? The magic of it all is that, even when his mommy is crying, his life and world are so magical that he believes that she is trying to bring him joy. That's the thing - the world is here to make him happy, to entertain him, to make him laugh. Perhaps he also laughs because when he cries someone always smiles at him, holds him and makes him feel better. Perhaps he sees my crying spell as an opportunity to return the favor; to smile at me, to tell me "Hey mom, It will be ok... it's not so serious... don't be silly..." Regardless, he reminds me that it's going to be OK. That is his gift to me.
The simple magic of being a small child is the belief that everything will be OK - that life is really just a big fun game! This morning, after breakfast, I did the dishes and he played with his colorful baby spoons in his high chair. He pounded them on his high chair tray, he sucked on them, he put them over his eyes and giggled,. He threw them on the floor and waited for me to pick them up and then laughed when I handed them back, grabbing my face as I set them down and pulling it in for a kiss. The magic of the spoons (that he eats from EVERY day) lasted 30 minutes. I kept thinking, I wish I found spoons so enchanting. Doing dishes would be a lot more fun if I did. But, at least, I get to do the dishes with HIM every morning. Afterward, I set him on the floor in his play pen and took out some of the toys he was playing with yesterday and put in some "new" (haven't been played with in a couple of days) ones. He spent the next hour (while I worked on my grocery list and paid bills) picking up each new toy and playing with it, rolling around with it, tasting it, pushing all of its buttons and giggling at me each time I walked by or looked up, as if to say, "Look Mom! Remember my piano??! It lights up and makes noise! I haven't seen this thing in days!!" I would lean down and kiss him and he would grab my hair HARD and when I yelled "Ow!" he would, what else?, laugh! The amount of magic and joy that this baby experienced in just the first two hours of being awake this morning is probably twice as much as I have in the last year.
The great thing is that now I get to experience the magic with him and, though he's not much of a conversationalist and has terrible taste in TV, I get to hang out with the happiest dude on the planet every day... and that makes life a lot easier, funnier, sillier, happier and just, all around, awesome! He is the best anti-depressant in the world and I am so grateful for my little ray of sunshine!
If you don't have a little one to spend your life with then I will share mine:
The simple magic of being a small child is the belief that everything will be OK - that life is really just a big fun game! This morning, after breakfast, I did the dishes and he played with his colorful baby spoons in his high chair. He pounded them on his high chair tray, he sucked on them, he put them over his eyes and giggled,. He threw them on the floor and waited for me to pick them up and then laughed when I handed them back, grabbing my face as I set them down and pulling it in for a kiss. The magic of the spoons (that he eats from EVERY day) lasted 30 minutes. I kept thinking, I wish I found spoons so enchanting. Doing dishes would be a lot more fun if I did. But, at least, I get to do the dishes with HIM every morning. Afterward, I set him on the floor in his play pen and took out some of the toys he was playing with yesterday and put in some "new" (haven't been played with in a couple of days) ones. He spent the next hour (while I worked on my grocery list and paid bills) picking up each new toy and playing with it, rolling around with it, tasting it, pushing all of its buttons and giggling at me each time I walked by or looked up, as if to say, "Look Mom! Remember my piano??! It lights up and makes noise! I haven't seen this thing in days!!" I would lean down and kiss him and he would grab my hair HARD and when I yelled "Ow!" he would, what else?, laugh! The amount of magic and joy that this baby experienced in just the first two hours of being awake this morning is probably twice as much as I have in the last year.
The great thing is that now I get to experience the magic with him and, though he's not much of a conversationalist and has terrible taste in TV, I get to hang out with the happiest dude on the planet every day... and that makes life a lot easier, funnier, sillier, happier and just, all around, awesome! He is the best anti-depressant in the world and I am so grateful for my little ray of sunshine!
If you don't have a little one to spend your life with then I will share mine:
The magic of dirt in your hands... nothing better!
A CAMERA!! Let me hold it!!!
The washing machine is soooo cool!
Toast is amazing!
Have you really LOOKED at the top to my shape sorter??? Coolest thing ever!
Placemats, what a fantastic invention!
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Motherhood, WHY ME?
As promised, here is a post of my opinion of the top ten most exhausting, irritating and downright sucky aspects of motherhood. I am going to warn you. I am going to be honest and I am not going to end each bullet with the obligatory "positive spin." Sometimes moms want to run away and hide just like with any other job. If I need to remind you that, in spite of this, I still love my son... well, then, you're crazy.
Here goes, once again, in no particular order:
1. Guilt and worry!!! Why do we have to feel so guilty? All of us! Working moms, stay at home moms, step-moms, moms of 1, moms of 5, moms of babies, moms of adults, we all have one thing in common - guilt! Are we doing it right today? Did we do it right yesterday? Are they eating enough? Too much? Are we talking to them enough? Are they spending too much time at home? Are they spending too much time in daycare? Could someone ever hurt them? Is someone hurting them? Are they getting sick? Are we setting a good example? Parenting = Guilt and worry! How can it not? Parenting means responsibility for another human being's LIFE! (P.S. This applies to a lot of dads too. I know it applies to my husband but I think men are just less inclined to worry and guilt. In any case, didn't want to minimize the feelings lots of dads have for their kids!!)
2. Kids' TV is irritating, overly cutesy and gets old FAST. My husband and I maybe get an hour or two to watch what we want. Most of our time is spent watching Wonder Pets and Bubble Guppies. Truth be told, these shows are sort of funny or cute in small doses but in large doses you start to feel like your brain is turning to mush. Liam's favorite movie, for instance, is Rio. For those of you who have not seen it, it's about a slightly socially awkward, domesticated American macaw who is shipped off to Brazil to mate with another tough, wild Brazilian macaw. This movie is actually not bad and has some witty dialogue and good music mixed in which are meant to make it watchable for adults. The first 5 or 6 times - cute. The 100th time - shoot me in the head... I wanna watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Which brings me back to # 1 - Oh God, is he watching too much TV?????
3. People without kids do not get you anymore. Once you become a mom (or dad) it is difficult for MOST single people or childless couples to understand you. I have wonderful friends who sometimes really try but they don't get it. They just don't. If I say I am leaving dinner early to be home for bed time I feel like an annoyance. The truth is "jammy time" is one of the best times of day in our house and I love being there to kiss my precious son good night. I'd rather do that than most things. That doesn't make sense to a lot of people without kids but that's just the truth. At times I personally feel like an old, boring dork to my friends.
4. Someday these kids are going to turn into the dreaded TEENAGER! I really find that frightening. We love them so much and they are so sweet and cute now but someday (it won't seem like long) they will be 16 year olds with driver's licenses and attitudes. Mom will know nothing. Dad will be boring and old. They will probably get drunk and, God help me, have SEX (hopefully not at the same time!!!!!) I shudder at the thought of my sweet Liam as a teen. Partially because, for the most part, teenagers are pains in the butt and partially because getting kids out of the teen years safe, alive and relatively unscathed while still allowing them to establish their independence seems like an incredibly difficult and complex feat. I can handle sippy cups and dirty diapers but my boys having GIRLFRIENDS and CARS? No. No. At 5, they each need to be administered a shot to stop this process. And, here we are, back at # 1 once again. WORRY! It is sick that I am worried about things that will happen literally more than a decade from now but I am because I am a mom.
5. The Stay at Home Mom vs. Working Mom conflict! Why are working moms and Stay at Home Moms so often at war with one another? I will tell you why because all moms are GUILTY and WORRIED. Stay at home moms feel inadequate at times for a variety of reasons. ("Am I valuable? Does what I do count? I am home all day, I should spend every waking second grateful and joyful for this time with my children. I am obnoxious and spoiled to complain or to seem cranky or tired!!") Working moms worry that people are judging them for spending time away from their child either by necessity or choice. ("Shouldn't I miss my kid every second? I mean EVERY SINGLE SECOND? Do people think I value money more than my child? Will my child love the nanny more? If I pick up dinner on the way home I am failing as a wife and a mom??... even if I am leaving the office at 6 after a long, stressful day.") ***Now I am not a working mom so I am basing that on convos I have had with friends who work as well as a little bit of my own perception.*** In any case, these feelings of fear and inadequacy lead moms to take jabs at one another. "Well, what does she DO all day at home?" vs. "Does she even see her kid except on weekends?" I think this is so nasty and mean. I hate when moms do this to each other. It's a personal choice to stay home or work and, for many, it is NOT a choice at ALL. Some moms have to be at home because their pay could never make up for daycare costs while other moms have to work for a multitude of reasons. So just stop it!!! Be nice to each other!!
6. Shopping with kids is awful. No one likes it. I don't believe you if you say you do. Some days or trips in particular may be easier or better than others but you're a liar if you say you would rather bring your kids to the grocery store than leave them at home with Daddy or a sitter... and this is coming from a mom with a kid who, by most accounts, has an awesome temperament and personality. He usually does very well shopping with minimal meltdowns and is pretty easily placated with a snack or a sippy cup. He also hasn't gotten old enough to start begging for things at the store so I don't have to avoid the toy aisle like the plague. (God help the moms whose kids I hear at every trip to Target, 5 aisles away, screaming at the top of their lungs! You, my friends, are my heroes. ) But do you really want to have pack snacks, bottles, diapers, wipes, toys, extra clothes for your kids and yourself just to go to the grocery store? NO. Do you possibly want to take your time to wander down an aisle and peruse a variety of salad dressings? Do you want to be able to take your time and not have to throw the first Ranch dressing you see in the cart? YES. Do you wish that the sweet old lady in frozen foods would not keep you for TWENTY minutes playing with and talking to your baby? Probably. Do you feel 5 times as tired when you leave the store as you should? Absolutely.
To be honest, I can't think of 10. I think these 6 pretty much sum it up. I guess that's my "obligatory positive spin" that, ultimately, I could easily think of 10 joys of being a mom and that it took memore effort to create this list and I only came up with 6. That was totally unintended... sorry. ; )
By the way, thanks for the messages on Facebook and other words of encouragement about this blog after my first post. This is fun and it's cool to know people are reading. Feel free to add to this list yourself. Tell me what sucks about being a mom. I am dying to hear!!!!! LOL
Thanks for reading.
Here goes, once again, in no particular order:
1. Guilt and worry!!! Why do we have to feel so guilty? All of us! Working moms, stay at home moms, step-moms, moms of 1, moms of 5, moms of babies, moms of adults, we all have one thing in common - guilt! Are we doing it right today? Did we do it right yesterday? Are they eating enough? Too much? Are we talking to them enough? Are they spending too much time at home? Are they spending too much time in daycare? Could someone ever hurt them? Is someone hurting them? Are they getting sick? Are we setting a good example? Parenting = Guilt and worry! How can it not? Parenting means responsibility for another human being's LIFE! (P.S. This applies to a lot of dads too. I know it applies to my husband but I think men are just less inclined to worry and guilt. In any case, didn't want to minimize the feelings lots of dads have for their kids!!)
2. Kids' TV is irritating, overly cutesy and gets old FAST. My husband and I maybe get an hour or two to watch what we want. Most of our time is spent watching Wonder Pets and Bubble Guppies. Truth be told, these shows are sort of funny or cute in small doses but in large doses you start to feel like your brain is turning to mush. Liam's favorite movie, for instance, is Rio. For those of you who have not seen it, it's about a slightly socially awkward, domesticated American macaw who is shipped off to Brazil to mate with another tough, wild Brazilian macaw. This movie is actually not bad and has some witty dialogue and good music mixed in which are meant to make it watchable for adults. The first 5 or 6 times - cute. The 100th time - shoot me in the head... I wanna watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Which brings me back to # 1 - Oh God, is he watching too much TV?????
3. People without kids do not get you anymore. Once you become a mom (or dad) it is difficult for MOST single people or childless couples to understand you. I have wonderful friends who sometimes really try but they don't get it. They just don't. If I say I am leaving dinner early to be home for bed time I feel like an annoyance. The truth is "jammy time" is one of the best times of day in our house and I love being there to kiss my precious son good night. I'd rather do that than most things. That doesn't make sense to a lot of people without kids but that's just the truth. At times I personally feel like an old, boring dork to my friends.
4. Someday these kids are going to turn into the dreaded TEENAGER! I really find that frightening. We love them so much and they are so sweet and cute now but someday (it won't seem like long) they will be 16 year olds with driver's licenses and attitudes. Mom will know nothing. Dad will be boring and old. They will probably get drunk and, God help me, have SEX (hopefully not at the same time!!!!!) I shudder at the thought of my sweet Liam as a teen. Partially because, for the most part, teenagers are pains in the butt and partially because getting kids out of the teen years safe, alive and relatively unscathed while still allowing them to establish their independence seems like an incredibly difficult and complex feat. I can handle sippy cups and dirty diapers but my boys having GIRLFRIENDS and CARS? No. No. At 5, they each need to be administered a shot to stop this process. And, here we are, back at # 1 once again. WORRY! It is sick that I am worried about things that will happen literally more than a decade from now but I am because I am a mom.
5. The Stay at Home Mom vs. Working Mom conflict! Why are working moms and Stay at Home Moms so often at war with one another? I will tell you why because all moms are GUILTY and WORRIED. Stay at home moms feel inadequate at times for a variety of reasons. ("Am I valuable? Does what I do count? I am home all day, I should spend every waking second grateful and joyful for this time with my children. I am obnoxious and spoiled to complain or to seem cranky or tired!!") Working moms worry that people are judging them for spending time away from their child either by necessity or choice. ("Shouldn't I miss my kid every second? I mean EVERY SINGLE SECOND? Do people think I value money more than my child? Will my child love the nanny more? If I pick up dinner on the way home I am failing as a wife and a mom??... even if I am leaving the office at 6 after a long, stressful day.") ***Now I am not a working mom so I am basing that on convos I have had with friends who work as well as a little bit of my own perception.*** In any case, these feelings of fear and inadequacy lead moms to take jabs at one another. "Well, what does she DO all day at home?" vs. "Does she even see her kid except on weekends?" I think this is so nasty and mean. I hate when moms do this to each other. It's a personal choice to stay home or work and, for many, it is NOT a choice at ALL. Some moms have to be at home because their pay could never make up for daycare costs while other moms have to work for a multitude of reasons. So just stop it!!! Be nice to each other!!
6. Shopping with kids is awful. No one likes it. I don't believe you if you say you do. Some days or trips in particular may be easier or better than others but you're a liar if you say you would rather bring your kids to the grocery store than leave them at home with Daddy or a sitter... and this is coming from a mom with a kid who, by most accounts, has an awesome temperament and personality. He usually does very well shopping with minimal meltdowns and is pretty easily placated with a snack or a sippy cup. He also hasn't gotten old enough to start begging for things at the store so I don't have to avoid the toy aisle like the plague. (God help the moms whose kids I hear at every trip to Target, 5 aisles away, screaming at the top of their lungs! You, my friends, are my heroes. ) But do you really want to have pack snacks, bottles, diapers, wipes, toys, extra clothes for your kids and yourself just to go to the grocery store? NO. Do you possibly want to take your time to wander down an aisle and peruse a variety of salad dressings? Do you want to be able to take your time and not have to throw the first Ranch dressing you see in the cart? YES. Do you wish that the sweet old lady in frozen foods would not keep you for TWENTY minutes playing with and talking to your baby? Probably. Do you feel 5 times as tired when you leave the store as you should? Absolutely.
To be honest, I can't think of 10. I think these 6 pretty much sum it up. I guess that's my "obligatory positive spin" that, ultimately, I could easily think of 10 joys of being a mom and that it took memore effort to create this list and I only came up with 6. That was totally unintended... sorry. ; )
Liam - March 23, 2011.
Liam - February 2012
He will be one year old in less than a week!!! Some of the last year has been fun and joyful. Some has been scary, exhausting and trying. One thing is FOR SURE it has flown by and I am excited to see what the next MANY years have in store for us as a family.
Thanks for reading.
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