Yeah, it’s been a while, I know…sorry about that. I suppose I greatly underestimated the amount of time it would take to care for a small human, and due to the neediness of said small human, I’ve found very little time to write anything here. In order of importance it goes, Tate/Lucy, Trent, Professor Molly McGoo, Other Family Members that want time with us at random intervals, Friends That I See in Real Life, Sleep…and then, last but not least, the Internet. So, basically, you all are at the end of the totem pole.
But really, how much does my writing here matter anyway? When Lu was an infant, this was my only portal for sharing my experiences, photos, videos, etc. Now, when Tate does something awesome, like smiling for the first time, I can immediately text my inlaws and Tweet my friends and update my Facebook profile. So I find little reason to update here as well.
Mostly, my updates here have been for my own gain. I want to remember all of this, and I’m sure that in time Facebook and Twitter will fade away and new applications will take their place. I want to make sure that even when those web worlds disappear, I still have a record somewhere of my life and what was happening in it. You may say this blog would/could/has lost relevance and will disappear, but I’ve been writing here for almost seven years, and though there are definite times of drought, I always end up right back where I started. Oh Crazybananas dot com, you saucy minx, always drawing me back in.
So between the feedings and the diaper changes and the preschool dropoffs and the work obligations and everything else that begs for my attention, I promise to try and continue updating here. Even if I’m the only one reading it.
Today is four weeks from the day you appeared in our lives, which I guess means you’re a month old. I’m actually not sure…are you a month old on the 20th of January, since you were born on December 20th? Or are you a month old at four weeks? Do I care? No, not really. You will quickly learn that I’m in charge around here, so if I say four weeks equals a month, then that is the way it shall be. Amen.
And that nature of yours, my goodness child, it couldn’t be more charming. You are a sweet baby, one that rarely cries unless something is actually wrong. I mean, yes, you scream bloody murder if I leave your diaper soiled for a moment too long or I don’t feed you immediately as hunger hits, but other than that your personality is so peaceful. I know babies aren’t supposed to smile for a few weeks, and everyone on the planet will tell me it’s just gas, but I constantly catch you grinning ear to ear. Especially when your sister walks into a room. She gets up in your face and tickles your cheek, and though I tell her to back off (“You’re smothering him!”) you just smile and encourage her to continue. Stinker.
Tate, you have added so much to our lives. So much love, chaos and happiness. When I had Lucy, I became something new, something I wasn’t before. I became a mother. But you, my dearest, when I had you, my heart grew to sizes I didn’t know existed. Yes, she made me a mother. But you made us a family.
Love,
Mama
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A Glimpse
/0 Comments/in Lucy, Tate, web /by MeganWell, HELLLOOOOO INTERNET!
Yeah, it’s been a while, I know…sorry about that. I suppose I greatly underestimated the amount of time it would take to care for a small human, and due to the neediness of said small human, I’ve found very little time to write anything here. In order of importance it goes, Tate/Lucy, Trent, Professor Molly McGoo, Other Family Members that want time with us at random intervals, Friends That I See in Real Life, Sleep…and then, last but not least, the Internet. So, basically, you all are at the end of the totem pole.
But really, how much does my writing here matter anyway? When Lu was an infant, this was my only portal for sharing my experiences, photos, videos, etc. Now, when Tate does something awesome, like smiling for the first time, I can immediately text my inlaws and Tweet my friends and update my Facebook profile. So I find little reason to update here as well.
Mostly, my updates here have been for my own gain. I want to remember all of this, and I’m sure that in time Facebook and Twitter will fade away and new applications will take their place. I want to make sure that even when those web worlds disappear, I still have a record somewhere of my life and what was happening in it. You may say this blog would/could/has lost relevance and will disappear, but I’ve been writing here for almost seven years, and though there are definite times of drought, I always end up right back where I started. Oh Crazybananas dot com, you saucy minx, always drawing me back in.
So between the feedings and the diaper changes and the preschool dropoffs and the work obligations and everything else that begs for my attention, I promise to try and continue updating here. Even if I’m the only one reading it.
4 Weeks (1 Month?) Old
/3 Comments/in Happiness, Photos, Tate /by MeganDear Tate,
Today is four weeks from the day you appeared in our lives, which I guess means you’re a month old. I’m actually not sure…are you a month old on the 20th of January, since you were born on December 20th? Or are you a month old at four weeks? Do I care? No, not really. You will quickly learn that I’m in charge around here, so if I say four weeks equals a month, then that is the way it shall be. Amen.
What can I say about you, my dearest Tater Tot, that wouldn’t sound cliché? You are everything I ever wanted and more. The addition our family really never knew it was missing. Okay, so those are completely cliché statements, but they are truer than I can describe. I spent the last month of my pregnancy with you trying to do everything as a family of three that I could think of, knowing our lives were about to change drastically. And yes, there has been change. I miss sleep (and caffeine for that matter), but really, the change hasn’t been as daunting as I feared. You, by your very nature, have blended quite wonderfully in to our weird family life; so much so, that I barely remember there was a time when you weren’t a part of it.
And that nature of yours, my goodness child, it couldn’t be more charming. You are a sweet baby, one that rarely cries unless something is actually wrong. I mean, yes, you scream bloody murder if I leave your diaper soiled for a moment too long or I don’t feed you immediately as hunger hits, but other than that your personality is so peaceful. I know babies aren’t supposed to smile for a few weeks, and everyone on the planet will tell me it’s just gas, but I constantly catch you grinning ear to ear. Especially when your sister walks into a room. She gets up in your face and tickles your cheek, and though I tell her to back off (“You’re smothering him!”) you just smile and encourage her to continue. Stinker.
Tate, you have added so much to our lives. So much love, chaos and happiness. When I had Lucy, I became something new, something I wasn’t before. I became a mother. But you, my dearest, when I had you, my heart grew to sizes I didn’t know existed. Yes, she made me a mother. But you made us a family.
Love,
Mama
And so ends 2010….
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