First off, you probably shouldn’t use the word “suck” like mommy did in the title of this post. But we’re 20 days in to your second year of life and my first attempt at blogging for it, and I’m already behind. We made an offer on a house, I baked 3.5 pies for Thanksgiving, went to 2 places Thanksgiving day, then went to camp for 3 days. Then I got home and have had my nose stuck in books 2 and 3 of the Hunger Games series. So, somewhere in the list of all these excuses I’m trying to say – I
suck stink for missing days 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19 of this journal.
SO, since this is my blog and I make the rules, I’m just going to summarize with bullet points an call it even. Here goes:
- Day 14: I got out of work 2 hours early today, and instead of picking you up immediately from daycare, I went shopping and bought two new pairs of work pants. I love you and want to spend all the time with you possible, but sometimes it’s nice to have mom time. Internally, I have conflict about this. But, I think it’s okay for me to take time to myself once it a while. Right?
- Day 15: Happy Second Thanksgiving! Last year, you were a tiny little peanut that slept through the whole day. This year, your nap time also happened to fall during mealtime. But you still got to taste some turkey and cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. On this day, I am thankful for you. I could back that statement up with a bunch of fancy words and tear-filled memories, but the bottom line is just that you’re the coolest kid ever and it really doesn’t need further explanation. Thanks for being born, making me a mom, and being amazeballs.
- Day 16, 17 and 18: We spent these days at camp, removed from electricity and running water and computers and the internet. So, it was not my fault that I didn’t write to you on these days. Instead, I read books, you played with toys, daddy drank beer and rode on a zip line (yes, he and Uncle Ian made a zip line at camp) and your dogs smelled so much fresh air that they slept for 3 days. We (the adults) ate too much food and talked about life and the economy and tried to answer the world’s biggest questions, like – “what is religion and is there a god?” You love camp, and I can’t wait until you make awesome memories there…like building tree houses and skinning knees and catching frogs. It’s a little boy’s dream.
- Day 19: Mondays are bummers, because I get to spend all weekend with you – eating breakfast, playing with toys, showering at noon, taking naps – and then Monday comes and it’s rushing through the morning in a blurry/sleepy haze, shipping you off to daycare and spending the next 8+ hours apart. Is it normal to miss you every moment I’m not with you? Because I do.
- Day 20: Tonight, you got to come out with me to happy hour (for about 30 minutes, until daddy picked you up) after work to meet the people I spend time with when you’re at daycare. Mostly, you just tried to run around the bar like a crazy man, and wouldn’t let any of the other girls hold you because you’re a Mama’s boy. (That’s okay, I prefer it if you choose me over any other girl for at least the next 20 years…just saying.) Having a baby in a bar just makes me realize how much life changes when you become a parent… But don’t worry, you’re worth it!
I’ll try to get better at this 365 day thing. Now that I’m caught up, maybe it will be a little easier to keep it going.
Love you to the moon,