I know I’m supposed to be having all the feelings about my baby, my very last one, turning 1 but really I’m not. I’m happy. I may have gotten sentimental for like a second last week when I reminded myself of her impending birthday but really I’m just not that sad to be signing off from babyhood. sure teeny tiny babies are so sweet, and there are a million things I love about the itsy bitsy bite-size blobs but having already been past 1 with Roger I know what’s instore for us and I CAN’T WAIT!
as of today 18-22mos is absolutely my favorite stage! they’re so freakin awesome and they just start becoming little Humans and their personality really starts taking shape (and grabbing hold of your heart).
but maybe I’m just a bad parent of 2 because while I haven’t been emotional about my baby’s first birthday, I’ve been a teary mess with my toddler. he decided last weekend that he wanted to potty train again and he’s just done PHENOMENALLY! (dare I jinx it and say we’re potty trained?) but the other night when he asked me if he could wear underpants to bed I couldn’t stop my big fat momma tears from falling. because not only is that a big deal to do overnights but it’s a HUGE step in his goal to be completely independent. and that’s hard for me. I don’t wanna let go of him, I don’t want him to ever not need me. but there I was, taking the babyproof handle off his door so he could get out during the night, walking him through the whole “then just take yourself into the bathroom” deal and I couldn’t keep it together. it was really hard for me.
this kid is barely 3 but he’s starting to seem like a 10yr old to me and that I can’t handle. I want my kids to be little forever, I want them to always need me as much as I’ll always need them.
seriously, what is with ladies lately?! spring is here, it’s beautiful out, let the angry attitudes go!
the past few days bitches be grating on my nerves.
it started when I posted in the local mom’s yardsale page that I had been avoiding for a long time because I remember dealing with bitches on there. but I’m trying to get rid of everything infant so I figured, whatever, it can’t be that bad. i’ll list there as well as on Craig’s. my bad. I posted right before I went to bed and like a fool checked my email in the morning. message after message about what’s wrong with my listings from bitches who have nothing better to do. seriously ladies?! go enjoy your kids, have a cup of coffee, take a nap, leave me alone. if there’s something to be policed maybe let the moderators do it? also, moderators should probably post all the rules on the RULES page rather than sending bitchy messages because you didn’t put something in your photo that you apparently have to have.
and just now my gym posted on FB about the Barre classes being on the schedule and immediately you get all the bitches complaining about the time slots not fitting into their precious schedule. there are so many classes I can’t attend because it doesn’t work for me but I don’t go posting bitchy comments about it like the gym should really consult me before figuring out what works best for the masses. go have a good weight lifting session to burn off that attitude ladies.
so apparently I’ve been doing this Parent-of-2 thing wrong for 363 days…
I thought I couldn’t eat with them because I was always busy feeding them, but alas Roger has showed me the error of my ways and that I should’ve just employed his skills earlier on. he wanted to feed her, she was actually more interested in eating from him than from me. voila! I get to eat at meal time!!
so I encourage you other moms, train your eldest children well!
I still don’t really know how to use photoshop so…
Belly also LOVED E.B.! I mean she got all giggly and cozy the second she was placed into his lap… basically the EXACT OPPOSITE of what I expected from her. girls are so unpredictable, yo. at least my little man did exactly what he said he would, “stand a safe distance away”, that’s my boy!
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life.
someone once told me “I would rather die because I ate that last piece of cake than die wishing I had.” and I always remember those words and I kind of apply it to everything like Carpe Diem, except Sieze The Cake!
+ no practice for barre today. so many possibilities to fill our day with fun + plans to hit up the children’s museum with friends, Roger woke up excited - plans got cancelled last minute because friend’s baby has ear infection + that means all the things on my errand to-do list now become options! + headed out to the consignment store with giant full bag because they only take items on Tues, Wed, Thurs. + got a parking spot right up front and can leave both kids in the car - sign on the front door says “Taking Items on Mon, Tues, Wed”. great. + oh well, visit the ONLY Catholic goods shop in town, 20 min away - they are “just about to” order some more of the bibles I need so it’s gonna be 2-3wks late. great, + oh well, stop by a friend’s house who we haven’t seen in forever because she’s stuck at home potty training - no one’s home. great. + oh well, at least we can still go to the Children’s Museum, Roger’s jazzed about the train! - train is out of service today. great.
tonight is Easter Bunny photo night… I’m kinda scared now seeing as how this day has been going.