Happy One and a HALF birthday to my gorgeous Little Love Bug! I can’t believe it has been that long already since she spawned so graciously out of my “Who-Ha”…time flew, as cliché as sounds-it’s true! She is still my little peanut topping the scales at 21 pounds 3 ounces and 31.5 inches long-and can still fit into some 9 month onesies. Feels like yesterday I was so nervous about being induced, driving to the hospital thinking on the way home there will be THREE of us, the family I had always dreamed about…
ACTUALLY, I take that back, I was more concerned about:
• the kid that was going to have to pop out of my va-jay-jay.
• getting poked in the spine with a needle the size of my arm that could paralyze me.
• my husband manning down at the sight of blood and/or never wanting to have sex with me after seeing me spread eagle with a head spouting out of me.
What were you thinking about or did you fear most while you were in labor, or on your way to be?
I mentioned on my Facebook status yesterday how I couldn’t believe it was August and how this was by far the fastest year of my life. My intellectually stimulating friend KK made the reply:
“How old are you? 31? This year is 1/31 of your life, which is a much smaller fraction than, say 1/10 from when you were ten. The older we get, the faster we perceive time is going. Just something that was told to me a few years back and it made sense, so I thought I’d get all mathematical on you this morning”.
That was too many brain cells for me to utilize prior to my first cup of coffee. First off, she bought me a few years, I’m actually 33. And secondly, it got me reminiscing about being a child. Remember HOW SLOW every year went between your birthday, Christmas, Halloween, or vacations you were looking forward to? You YEARNED for those half birthdays…just like we do weekends as adults after a “long, stressful, trying week” but in a blink of an eye it is Monday again. My mom booked a cruise for us back in January, and I was ALL excited; my husband on the other hand, had the mentality of, it is too far away for me to get excited. Well guess what, that feels like yesterday it was booked, and it is now only about 150 days away. I started my excel sheet of things to pack yesterday. I KNOW PSYCHOOOOOOO! By the way, any tips on cruising with a Toddler, please send my way.
I’m rambling this morning, I woke up with an awful sore throat and feel like poo-poo-caa-caa and have been pushing fluids, popsicles, and sucking on a few corroded cough drops I found half opened in my purse. When you are a mom, you can’t afford to be sick and there are NO sick days involved. Especially, with my child! I’m hoping I can bounce back for a visit to Holiday World Splashin Safari later this afternoon for a swim.
On the news they referred to August as “The Dog Days of Summer”. I sure hope it isn’t as hot as July because I felt like a dog most of the month lying around from the heat and humidity. Not like a dog in heat people…get your mind out of the gutters! Be sure to take some time to breathe, relax a tad, and create memories this month. I plan to make many “Marissa Mental Snapshots” before this hot summer comes to an end. No flashy expensive trips, probably just watching my daughter try to eat a popsicle or ice cream cone outside in 100+ weather then giving her a bath…I try to focus on the little things that matter most. I know in this neck of the woods, my country folks, your kids are about to start school so that probably won’t happen, but do try. If you are in New England do me a favor, go sit at the beach and shut your eyes for even just a minute and take it all in. The smells, the breezes, the sounds…Then go mail me a lobster, clam cakes and chowder…YUM. Thanks!
Before you know it, we will be cuddled up in sweatshirts watching football (GO PATRIOTS), going apple picking, or sipping hot chocolate by the campfire reminiscing about how hot the non-existent summer was because it flew by too fast. Next thing you know the stores will have the Christmas decorations out the day after Halloween, forcing society to adapt to how fast paced our lives have become. Then, before you know it Santa will be here, we will ring in 2013, and my arse will be in a lounge chair sipping on a Bahama Mama (TBD if it is an alcolholic or virigin adult beverage) blogging about our cruising adventures with our toddler who would be approaching her 2nd birthday. PUKE!