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Sunday, July 17, 2011Happy 1st Birthday, Bug!
Happy Birthday, beautiful girl! I can't believe that a year has already gone by since you came into our lives and two became three, officially. Since we can remember, your daddy and I have wanted to become parents. Even before we were married, we talked about kids and the importance of having a family. And after we wed, there was no holding back on making that dream a reality... That was one helluva honeymoon! We were over-the-moon ecstatic when we found out that we were going to be parents. The thrill and joy of having you in our daily lives is nothing short of AWESOME.
I can't begin to tell you how hard this year has been. Not since becoming a mother did I realize how brave I would have to be for another person. There were days (plenty of days) that leaving the house with you was too terrifying to imagine. The depth of worry that I thought I knew is nothing compared with becoming a mom. Even the seemingly silly things can cause concern - is the air too cold, are the lights too bright, is that booger a sign that something is wrong, am I a bad mom for wanting to take a shower instead of watch my baby sleep? Every day brought new worries or new anxieties. But everyday was also an opportunity...
You are growing into such a funny and smart person. It doesn't take you long to catch onto how to make something work; even if the mechanics of doing something are too advanced, you know what's going on and you try to work it out. You reach for things and point to things that you're interested in. You have a large vocabulary of understanding named objects in your room and around the house. You love to tease us with an object in your hand - reaching out to give it and then snatching it back before we can have it. Recently, you have learned to HUG us and your stuffed animals -- it is THE BEST feeling in the world, aside from your slobbery kisses. You still have a very gummy grin (no teeth, yet!) and we love to see you smile. Your laugh is infectious; I never knew laughter like that could melt my heart, over and over again. I especially love making you laugh when I kiss your neck and make a funny sound - you giggle with delight and jokingly push me away, only to wait with anticipation for me to do it again. You are sad to see daddy leave for work in the morning; sometimes not wanting to let him go. You love to smack the dog around and shoo her away when she licks your ears. You are very curious and adventurous - you get into everything! And, although, you aren't walking yet, you find a way to be lightening fast in getting to where you want to go. "Determined" doesn't begin to define you.
Watching you grow and seeing you learn about the world around you is nothing short of enchanting. I never really saw parts of the world until I saw them from your perspective. Looking at life through the magic of your eyes never gets old - the world has more color because you are looking at it, the music has a different kind of rhythm because you are dancing to it, and the air around you is a bit sweeter because you are breathing it. And while I may get upset that EVERY SINGLE PERSON says how much you look like your daddy, I've fallen in love with him even more since we had you. You have given my life a new purpose. There is no measure for the depth and breadth of love that I have for you. If there is a God, you are certainly proof that s/he exists.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011Summertime
Summer has officially come over us. And when I say "come over us," I mean that the heat has decided to wrap it's ugly arms around us and fart in our faces - with the doors and windows shut tight. We are in a hotbox of heat and I HATE IT. Usually July is a moderate month, weather-wise; it's not until August and September that things are supposed to burn up. But, oh, here we are...
Our 4th of July celebration was the usual: We got together with friends in the late afternoon and watched fireworks together in our favorite mall parking lot. -This was only after fighting with the neighbor, who really makes my blood boil. (I would go into our argument, but not knowing your feelings on pets, I shall refrain.) I can't believe that only a year ago, on the 4th, I was an enormous pregnant lady awaiting the miracle who was about to be delivered to me. My, my, how things have changed...
Morgan is going to be A YEAR OLD in fewer than two weeks. My baby is not such a baby anymore... She's getting so big! It's still amazing to me how wonderful, beautiful and AWEsome she is. Every day is more fun and she's learning about her world so quickly! If you ask her where her hair or toes are, you're going to see an immediate tug of the hair or grab of a toe. Daddy is trying to teach her "where is your nose" but that's going to take some time. Her vocabulary is expanding and she's really interacting with the environment - especially if there is a dog, cat, or tree nearby. The best, though, is her sense of humor. Our daughter is a HAM! Morgan is always cracking up and making us laugh; she's very good at teasing and playing games.
I hope to post a few more pics after her birthday party. We have invited nearly 80 people to join us in this first-year celebration and I'm going to lose my mind sometime between now and then.
So, although this summer is starting off hotter than a whore's panties, we're all doing well and having a good time!
Friday, June 10, 2011Passing Time
I've been doing my best to arrange lunches and play dates with other friends who are either on maternity leave or are otherwise funemployed. So far, so good; I can't count the number of friends I've been able to catch up with! It's been great for my sanity and good for Morgan to be getting out of the house, too. On the one or two days that we are at home, I get a chance to catch up on laundry, dishes, and nap time (if the little one will allow it). We have settled into a nice routine and it's amazing how far we have come. ...I thought I would never say that... It's soooo much better, now that Morgan is getting older. She's a regular crack-up; she has the best sense of humor! And, her knowledge and understanding of certain words and activities boggles my mind. She can understand about 20 words (to name a few: Dada, Mommy, Bailey, butterflies, up, stretch, clap, lamp, tree, jump) and can climb stairs in under a minute. The days of counting hours and minutes 'til Blair got home are gone; replaced with wonder of how the day went by so fast. I love watching my bug learn about the world around her!
Amazingly, I sometimes wish things would just slow down... I don't want to miss a minute!
Wednesday, June 08, 2011Big Girl
Monday, May 09, 2011Mother's Day
I got to celebrate my first official Mother's Day over the weekend! Yay for moms! It was especially sweet this year, getting to spend quality time with Blair and my little bug. I LOVE being a mom and am so thankful, everyday, for this miracle and blessing. I thank my lucky stars that I have her in my life and I get to watch her grow.
My heart is filled with love.
Saturday, April 16, 2011My Job
I'm tired. Who knew that staying at home, full-time, would be so much WORK?
Tuesday, April 05, 2011My Monkeys!
Friday, March 04, 2011My Wonder Years
Being a mom brings to the surface a lot of questions about who we are as people, how we were raised, and questions about the next generation. I consider myself among the lucky. Growing up, I didn't have a lot of heartache or trouble - things seemed easy (for the most part). Sure, there were bad days and more than a few tears along the way but nothing horrendous and nothing that left scars too deep. I was popular, I was pretty, I was smart, I was athletic...what more could you want? I was the epitome of a "good girl" and never got into serious trouble. I sailed through my adolescent years as best as anyone could hope for.
Perhaps I'm more nostalgic than most. I love going through old photos or talking about the days gone before; reminiscing about those golden days when life seemed simpler and our problems were shallow. I remember getting into trouble in my second grade class with my best-friend because we were laughing too hard. I loved the Friday night lights of a football game - both in junior high and high school. I remember the magic of the Holiday Season and what it meant to our family. I remember getting into my grandmother's make-up with my cousin and laughing hysterically at stuffing our bras with socks. I remember the smell of the cafeteria on rainy days. I remember my first day of school, sixth grade. I remember my mom lip-singing "The Rose" to me during the week of my high school graduation. All of these memories bring up such vivid images and stories! I hope I never forget them...
I was lucky to have reconnected with my first best-friend. She and I were two peas in a pod from about age 5 to 9. She's getting married in May and I can't wait to be there for her. I recently attended her bridal shower and felt so lucky to say, "I've known her the longest" (bragging rights, outside of the family).
As I look at my daughter and wonder who she will grow up to be, I can't help but to think (and worry) about how hard life can be. Kids can be mean, school can be hard, peer pressure can be a bitch. I have complete confidence that Blair and I will raise her to make smart decisions and to seek guidance when the going gets rough. But still... there's that worry... about OTHERS. Other kids who will get their driver's license and make bad decisions. Other pressures in school or on the playground (or behind the bleachers at football games). Other crazies in the world who set out to do harm. Other intangibles that I will have no control over.
I pray, everyday, that God and the Universe will keep her safe; keep her healthy; keep her happy into a ripe old age; that Life will show her more beauty than can be imagined; that Love will always surround her and be within her heart; that she will have confidence to hold her head high, even in the strongest of gusty winds; that charity is more than just an act of kindness; that courage will take her on nomadic adventures; and that her funny squeal and laugh will never fade.
I hope the wonder years will continue to be WONDERFUL. They brought me so much joy and truly helped to mold me into the woman of today.
Thursday, February 17, 2011So... That Happened
I had a bunch of photos to share with you. But then, technology crapped out and I lost them. I'm too tired to reload all of them and start over. I promise, there will be more photos. One day.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011Busy Bees
Life continues to be crazy busy for us... Little time is spent on the computer anymore. I'm happy to report that everyone is doing well. We started the New Year with a cozy celebration of being curled up in bed, a view of Times Square on the tube, and our precious cargo between us (meaning, the baby and the dog).
I am genuinely happy. Life is GOOOOD!