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My Somewhat Tiny Dancer

May 27, 2011/0 Comments/in Happiness, Lucy /by Megan

The last few weeks have been pretty rough on me. I pride myself on being able to do it all and, as I’m sure you all learned from Oprah, there is no such thing as doing it all. First we all got sick with what we thought was food poisoning, but turned out to be the flu. You know how I figured that one out? After Lu threw up all over the car and our front yard and me and pretty much everything else we own. Two days after that we had to head out of town for a baby shower for one of my best friends in the world, Miss Theresa. It was beautiful, as was she. Check it.

Oh, I cannot wait for little baby girl to arrive!!! Watching your friends become parents has got to be one of the ultimate experiences in life.

The next day we headed home and surprised Lucy with the news that we were going to Disneyworld for her birthday. She pretty much lost her mind. It was awesome.

Then, after three days of intense work deadlines, the grandparents (all three sets) started arriving in town for a big weekend for Miss Lu. In less than 24 hours, she had her last day of school, graduated from preschool and performed in her first dance recital. Oh, and Tate turned five months old. My poor heart was just aching. A happy ache, but still, an exhausting one. Added on to that was the stress of coordinating three sets of grandparents and family and people that just kept telling me to “Calm down.” and “Don’t let it all stress me out.” Note to everyone: Telling me not to stress does not help. It just pisses me off. Also, telling other people how stressed and tired I look does not help. FYI.

Was it worth it? Totally. Because I was able to observe moments like this. Moments where my daughter’s incredible personality shines through. I love this kid.

Babies grow into kids who one day will get up on a stage without you, with no fear, and dance for the world. That’s pretty incredible.

Miss Lu in 2007

Miss Lu in 2011

Disney Surprise

May 24, 2011/1 Comment/in Fun, Happiness, Lucy /by Megan

Mother’s Day Redeux

May 10, 2011/1 Comment/in Family, Happiness, Lucy, Tate /by Megan

So, I had grand plans for a lovely post on Mother’s Day. One that talked about my transformation as a mother, from scared kid to a real grown up. One that explained in detail how I have finally grown into my motherhood, how a person who used to do anything to show people that I am “MORE THAN JUST A MOTHER!” now puts mother first in the description of who I am, and is totally okay with that. Happy, in fact.

But instead Trent and I got food poisoning and spent our Mother’s Day evening puking our guts out and yesterday sleeping/moaning in pain.

So instead, here’s a super adorable picture of the kids from Easter. They are what make me who I am. A mother. A happy, lucky mother.

Beaver Girls!

April 11, 2011/2 Comments/in Fun, Lucy /by Megan

Yes, their team name is Beaver Girls…someone drew the short stick at the coaches meeting methinks.

Number Two Versus Number One

March 3, 2011/2 Comments/in Happiness, Lucy, Tate /by Megan

I’ve been trying to recall what it was like around here when Lulu was an infant, and honestly, I can’t remember much. The first time around is just so hectic, so scary…so new, it’s hard to recall each moment with any degree of clarity. But after a glass of wine and some scrolling thru old videos and photos, here is what I can tell you:

Number One: Lots and lots of tears. The baby’s, mine, even Trent’s. I swear, I cannot believe they let us leave the hospital with Lu. We had NO IDEA WHAT WE WERE DOING! I mean, to drive a car you have to at least pass a test first, but all you have to do to leave a hospital with a baby is drink too much bourbon and have unprotected sex. I remember the first night (or ten) just bawling uncontrollably from midnight until 7 a.m., wondering if I would ever sleep again. When Trent went back to work and my ever-helpful mother in law left town after a week of helping us, I remember turning into a heap of uncontrollable tears. It was super-sexy.

Number Two: Of course there have been tears, but certainly the amount has decreased significantly. So much of this is due to knowing what to expect this time around. Guess what? Breastfeeding is hard. Like, super-duper hard and it hurts and there will be tears and it will get better. But the getting better takes a few weeks. And knowing that has made such a difference.

{Lucy}

{Tate}

Number One: Every gear item was set up before I was thirty weeks pregnant. Diapers in every size were at the ready. Crib was put together, carseat had been inspected by the fire department, highchair was set up and ready to go.

Number Two: Um, we barely had a room, remember? And a highchair? Really, 22 year old Megan? Did you think your infant would be using that right away? I mean, they can’t even control their own necks, how the hell are they supposed to use a high chair? Idiot.

{Lucy}

{Tate}

Number One: I miss my friends and my life and wah wah wah life is unfair!

Number Two: Many of my friends have kids of their own, and the ones that don’t? Well, they have been around enough babies now that they don’t seem to mind the entourage under 5 years old that comes with me everywhere I go. Also, don’t underestimate the power of good friends who are willing to come to your house to drink wine and watch bad TV instead of going out to fancy clubs. (I’m talking to you and you and you and you…thank you!)