So today I was giving the lil guy a bath and he was happily playing with his toothbrush and a face cloth. All I could think was...what is he imagining? He was giggling as he poked his face cloth down with the end of his toothbrush and I wished with all my heart I could crawl into his mind and see the things he was seeing. It also made me reflect when as a newborn his eyes would dart around in his sleep and he'd make all sorts of expressions, smile, and cry. I couldn't even begin to imagine what a baby a few days old would be dreaming about.
A lady in my birth club on babycenter.ca posted this article which she received from her mother. I think it's absolutely amazing and hits the nail on the head. Mothers will completely relate with this article and those without will get some sort of inkling what being a mother is like. http://www.breastfeeding.com/reading_room/change_your_life.html . I warn some of you though...it's hard to keep a dry eye.
So this was more a tender side of me...don't worry...the comedian will return.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Ack what time is it???
So I sit here a little ashamed. Was it really August when I last posted??? Is it really and truly November now?? Did I not claim to blog faithfully??? It was, it is, and I did and failed. So here I am, humbled at your feet, begging you all to forgive me (like there was an all).
First and foremost I'll give you my thin, weak, and most pathetic excuse for not blogging in awhile. I've been busy! I have since returned to work, worked somewhat on the wedding, and planned, executed, and celebrated a 1st birthday. It's been a lot of work and I've been lazy.
The crib midget celebrated his first birthday this past Tuesday. I actually planned out a party, handmade the invitations, bought decorations, made food, and entertained. For a girl with a lack of creativity and zero artistic skills this was a lot of work. Each invitation was a foam white paw print with blue paw pads announcing the son's first birthday and theme being polar. His polar bear cake was the first I've ever decorated and I have to say, it didn't turn out half bad. Complimenting the cake was a dozen cupcakes all done up to look like penguins, which again I made. That wasn't the hardest part at all though. The hardest part was one in which only mom's would understand.
While you're super excited about the upcoming birthday a piece of mom's heart breaks when she thinks of her little one celebrating his first anniversary of life. It's been a whole rotation around the sun since someone put that little bundle in your arms and said...go forth and fend for yourselves! You realize you miss the smell of mother's milk/formula on their breath. The sweet smell of their hair. The way the used to curl up in your arms and fall asleep. You even miss the private time late at night with only the two of you in the world. Now you have a walking, somewhat verbal, little person who leave wreckage in its wake similar to that of a strong hurricane. They're fun and you can play with them, but they're not that little baby handed to you a year ago...now they're a little boy or girl...and it leaves mom mourning for that little one again. No I don't want another baby! Not now anywho, I just miss my baby being my baby :(.
The wedding!!! We musta fed it after midnight because now it's become a monster! We have a site. I have a maid of honor. The MOH's hubby is doing the music for the reception. We have approx 120 guests...and we have 5 months!!! We also have a dress.
Oh the dress! I fell in love with this purple chiffon bridesmaid dress and said...yes! Let's order it in ivory. It has returned, in ivory and...I dunno how I feel about it. Hopefully once they steam out the wrinkles, I steam out mine or at least bind em back in restrictive underwear (yes I'm referring to my fat as wrinkles), and it's fitted to my body I'll be blindsided by how absolutely wonderful it is. Right now I think of it as a creamy offwhite nightgown that I stole off some roman chick who's bigger than I. ARGH!!!
First and foremost I'll give you my thin, weak, and most pathetic excuse for not blogging in awhile. I've been busy! I have since returned to work, worked somewhat on the wedding, and planned, executed, and celebrated a 1st birthday. It's been a lot of work and I've been lazy.
The crib midget celebrated his first birthday this past Tuesday. I actually planned out a party, handmade the invitations, bought decorations, made food, and entertained. For a girl with a lack of creativity and zero artistic skills this was a lot of work. Each invitation was a foam white paw print with blue paw pads announcing the son's first birthday and theme being polar. His polar bear cake was the first I've ever decorated and I have to say, it didn't turn out half bad. Complimenting the cake was a dozen cupcakes all done up to look like penguins, which again I made. That wasn't the hardest part at all though. The hardest part was one in which only mom's would understand.
While you're super excited about the upcoming birthday a piece of mom's heart breaks when she thinks of her little one celebrating his first anniversary of life. It's been a whole rotation around the sun since someone put that little bundle in your arms and said...go forth and fend for yourselves! You realize you miss the smell of mother's milk/formula on their breath. The sweet smell of their hair. The way the used to curl up in your arms and fall asleep. You even miss the private time late at night with only the two of you in the world. Now you have a walking, somewhat verbal, little person who leave wreckage in its wake similar to that of a strong hurricane. They're fun and you can play with them, but they're not that little baby handed to you a year ago...now they're a little boy or girl...and it leaves mom mourning for that little one again. No I don't want another baby! Not now anywho, I just miss my baby being my baby :(.
The wedding!!! We musta fed it after midnight because now it's become a monster! We have a site. I have a maid of honor. The MOH's hubby is doing the music for the reception. We have approx 120 guests...and we have 5 months!!! We also have a dress.
Oh the dress! I fell in love with this purple chiffon bridesmaid dress and said...yes! Let's order it in ivory. It has returned, in ivory and...I dunno how I feel about it. Hopefully once they steam out the wrinkles, I steam out mine or at least bind em back in restrictive underwear (yes I'm referring to my fat as wrinkles), and it's fitted to my body I'll be blindsided by how absolutely wonderful it is. Right now I think of it as a creamy offwhite nightgown that I stole off some roman chick who's bigger than I. ARGH!!!
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