Saturday, February 20, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
It's tough documenting all the "firsts." I don't have pictures for each month she ages. I can't remember exactly when she smiled. I can't remember what she wore on Thanksgiving. And I can't remember the first time she laughed.
But I remember what I felt.
And, maybe that's what is more important. I can't remember all the gifts that Paul has given me for Naked Cupid Baby Day, but I can't forget how I felt.
Each and every day, I feel loved. Each and every day, my heart overflows with the joy that Ansley has brought to my life. Each and every day, I smile when I picture her gummy grin, or Paul's goofy expressions.
And, that's love. It isn't the hearts or stuffed animals, or even the chocolates (::gasp!::) that my friends in high school would get on Valentine's Day. It isn't a dozen roses, or even though butterflies you feel with your first kiss. But, it's those memories.
So, today, not just on February 14, I choose to remember those feelings. I choose to smile back at Ansley, and I choose to let those butterflies take over like the first time.
Love is more than a feeling. It is a choice. And today, I choose to love.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Christian thing to do is disguise it as a prayer request. That wouldn't work in this situation.
Or, you tell the hubby just to get it off your chest, but he doesn't give you the excited response you think your news deserves.
Or, you think about posting it on your blog, changing the names to protect the innocent, and hope that person doesn't catch on that Sally has their exact same story.
This has been my battle. My month-long battle. But, now, I can pound it out in all it's glory. I can shout it from the roof tops.
MY BESTIE IS KNOCKED UP!
That's right, she outed herself on facebook, so it is now free reign. I can tell people. I can write about it. I can talk to her about it in public. And, dangit, I can openly pass along the maternity clothes.
Not that this is reason for a separate blog post, but this news has been a long time coming, and I'm just. so. excited. There is much more to the story that makes this news truly grand. In fact, with the news came the tears. My tears. And I'm not the least bit jealous.
So, friends of the interwebs. Bask in the glow of your computer screen, which represents the glow of my joy. I'll make sure she knows that lunch meat is okay to eat. And so is feta cheese. And lack of symptoms does not mean lack of pregnancy. Oh, the first trimester. ::Sigh::
Ok. Maybe just a little bit jealous. But not enough to go through it all again. Not yet, anyway.
So, here's to you, Cathy, uh, I mean, Sally. Cheers!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
As we near five months, I can't believe my newborn is quickly approaching half a year. The proof is in the pictures.
And, here she is, just a few days ago. I am totally amazed as I watch her development. She grabs toys, everything goes in her mouth, and she loves her rice cereal. One success!
She likes to grab my face when I hold her, which was totally adorable until she fish hooked me. That hurt. Like. the. Dickens.
She has no interest in rolling over yet, and if I pull her up by her hands, she goes to standing. Great. Let's just skip rolling over and crawling and start walking. I don't think so. Oh, and her new trick? Large amounts of spit up during tummy time. Lovely.
We're on a regular schedule, which is great, except going to bed at 8 means she wants to be up at 6. Nope, not happening. Here's the binkie, now GO BACK TO SLEEP. Last night she wanted to play from 2:30 until 4:30. But, of course, not by herself.
Ah, parenthood. At times, easy as pie. Other times. Drives me crazy. But, I love it. I love that she smiles when I pick her up from the sitter's. I love that she giggles when I laugh at her. I love that she tries to mimic my facial expressions.
And I love that she saves most of the dirty diapers for Daddy.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Though, let's be honest. No one is reading this. Sometimes, in college, I would would write random things in the middle of my papers to see if the prof would catch it. If he noted something, I knew he had actually read my paper.
Nothing was ever noted. I passed with flying colors.
I know I don't have a large number of followers. I have 7, to be exact. One is a coworker who is following under two different names. Three are family members. And two stumbled upon this. That's 7. That's it.
But, honestly, I don't know if I write this for others to read as much as I write for myself. I love writing. I mean, I worked for a newspaper for almost 3 years so there had to be some enjoyment. If you spot this sentence then tell me in a comment. Writing has always been a way for me to organize my thoughts, as much as chaos can be organized.
So, I write briefly tonight, while the hubs plays some football and the little one ruins the bed time routine with a long nap, as a way to close out this long day. Don't worry, the funnies will come, but, honestly, it's more for me. And, maybe for Ansley.
So, I close with this. Did you catch it?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
So, for weeks I've had great things to sit and pound out on the keys. Stories to cause stitches in your sides, and pee in your pants (cause they're just. that. funny.).
But, alas, I can't seem to find the time. Maybe it's that beautiful child that captures my attention. Maybe it's the awesome book I'm reading before bed. Maybe it's American Idol. Maybe it's Farmville (yes, I've given in). Maybe it's other things.
Maybe I just don't have enough hours in the day.
Whatever the cause, I'm done with excuses. I hope to get the first one up tonight.
So, a little teaser. Pics of Ansley's first meal of rice cereal are on the way. As well as a nice letter to, well, just wait...
Monday, February 1, 2010
We ventured back to our childhood, complete with snowballs, snow angels, and a super cool snowman!
Why use words when I have a plethora of pictures? Enjoy!
Our drunk snowman. Please ignore the spare tire. We made our snowman in front of the neighbor's.
Snow angel, take one!