Yesterday was my first every Mother’s Day as a mom myself. It was a surreal day, a bit tiring, but very sweet. For anyone who’s wondering, the husband did a very good job. And the daughter was lovely, as always. Thanks for all of the well wishes. It was the first time I’d really ever felt like a real mother, not just an everyday girl pretending to be one.
Me and my little appendage are heading off to NYC tomorrow, so posting my not happen for the next few days. Hope everyone has a happy easter and you eat lots of cadbury eggs in celebration of the death and resurrection of Jesus.
Today was the first day of babysitting for my sister’s six-year-old triplets while also taking care of my seven-month old baby girl. So far, no fatalities or loss of blood, but I’m anxiously waiting for the first major boo boo. Luckily, these kids are pretty self-sufficient and would rather watch videos and play video games than do anything else.
Since Lucy’s napping and the kids are all making farting noises on each other (they don’t really need me for that game) I decided to go on my sister’s computer and upload all of the pictures she took over Christmas. You see, my sister, that woman is the best picture taker on the planet. Not necessarily because of her skill with a camera, but the fact that she ALWAYS has one. And she always has the balls to ask people to take a picture for her, even if said person has already taken the same picture with 12 other cameras. While I would just hope someone would email me their pics, she’s right up there going, “Wait, take one with mine, too!” Annoying, but she always ends up with pictures when I got nada!
Unfortunately, my sister’s computer expertise involves uploading the pictures to her HP program and printing them off. I still hadn’t seen most of them because she claims to not know how to email attachments. I assumed she had never even heard of blogging, so imagine my surprise when I started to type this URL and she had it cached in her browser. With new entries! And, she clicked through several pictures and links.
So I guess I have to say only nice things about my family now. They’re on the web. Taking over. Very. Frightening.
(Beth, I’m obviously kidding and very flattered you read this site every once and a while. Please don’t tell Mom. And I’m posting a serene picture of your kids, which I’ll stare at if I start to get stressed by being the caregiver to four children.)
Since I have felt the need to saturate the web with my presence, I worried a bit that you all had stopped reading this, my first and my favorite, place to sprew garbage on the Internet. When my comments dropped drastically, I went through a sort of 9th grade barrage of feelings. Was I no longer funny? Am I boring now that I’m at home all day with the monkey baby? No one likes me?
But, after checking my site stats, I guess you are still reading, just not commenting. Which I understand as I’m usually sending emails, posting on Facebook and running this site. So, my lovely readers, I forgive you. I promise soon I will tell stories of drunken family Christmas parties that will make even the most cynical reader crack a grin.
But until then, I have been putting off posting pictures because, well, it’s a pain in the ass. I’ve been uploading to so many sites (see saturation above) and creating so many damn Christmas gifts with pictures of the child, I just didn’t have the time to upload for the masses. But, here you go. The few below are some of my favorites, click on them to view the whole collection.
For some deja vu, go to my Facebook site.
I am a person that genuinely enjoys being in control. I know some people that are so Rachel Green, laid back and fun, and I am so Monica Gellar with a label maker and color-coordinated closet. I love knowing what will happen next and how I’m going to deal with it. I love it so much that I rarely read an entire book without peaking at the last chapter to know how it will end.
Ever since the moment my third pregnancy test stick showed a blue line I’ve felt completely out of control. My body, which I had finally accepted and was happy with, was completely out of control. It grew and twisted and I pooped (and didn’t poop) and threw up and cried, and there was nothing I could do to control it. My mind was out of control. My entire life seemed out of control.
Today, I went for a walk with Lucy and Molly after lunch. I decided for the first time in a LONG time I’d try to use the stroller instead of carrying Lucy in the front carrier. The only other time I’ve attempted using the stroller by myself Molly kept running in front of it and stopping or crossing in front of it causing me to trip or insisting on walking in between the stroller and myself. So I wasn’t too excited about the prospect of doing it again. But I decided to take a chance, strapped Lucy in and grabbed Molly’s leash.
And for the first time in a LONG time, I was in control. All of the walks I’ve taken with Molly to perfect the Dog Whisperer walking technique had finally paid off. She walked right next to me, only stopping for the occasional chance to relieve herself on a perfectly fertilized lawn. Lucy sat in her stroller, cooing at her hands, those wonderful hands that she just discovered. When we got home, I put Lucy down for a nap and Molly decided to take one as well. And now, it’s so quiet. So peaceful. And I am the luckiest person I know.
