The Good, The Bad and The Beautiful

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My mother’s day weekend was OK. Not good, merely fine. We spent the weekend at the farm and even got to spend a good amount of time with my dad. My daughter was wonderful, although she had no idea what day it was. My husband didn’t forget about the day AND bought me a gift. I was able to have a nice dinner with Lu’s grandmother and some other family members. And I finally got to meet gorgeous baby Carson, which was so fun. I swear, seeing your big, bearded husband cuddling with a seven pound baby is enough to make your uterus explode!

Unfortunately there was a good amount of sadness as well. I won’t get into all the details here, but let’s just say the weekend ended with tears for several different reasons. If you check out my Twitter feed, you can see some of the more trivial reasons. The serious ones were a bit much to be Twittering about.

Thursday, before I set off on my weekend excursion, I drug my daughter and poor, innocent, hungover Mikayla all around KC to take some two-year-old photos of Lu. I really wanted to show the urban, lively part of the city, so even after we move to the horrid suburbs, Lu can look back and know she was once a city kid. Some of my favorites are embedded below, and there is a slideshow at the bottom of this post. You can view the entire set of photos here.

Lucy's Tounge
This one is my favorite. I LOVE the colors and the whole mood of the photo. Classic Lucy. Taken on Southwest Boulevard in Kansas City, Missouri.

Lucy & The KC Skyline
This is another personal favorite, although I’m sure not everyone will like it. I really like the motion within the photo and the skyline of Kansas City in the background. Seems very urban, but sweet at the same time. Taken at the Liberty Memorial in Kansas City, Missouri.

City Girl
This is the photo that will go to the grandparents. Sweet, a little grungy, but full of sugar. Taken on Southwest Boulevard in Kansas City, Missouri.

Check out the entire set below. Seriously, do it. There are a ton of good shots and I think it shows what a beautiful city we live in. Oh, and the model was pretty cute as well.

Ack!

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Why is life so insane? Can anyone tell me? Because my eyes are bulging out of my head and my ears are ringing and I am WAY TOO BUSY! Did I mention that we are traveling or out of the office the next six weekends in a row?! SIX!

So, in honor of this complete insanity, Coldplay decided to release it’s first new single, Violet Hill, on their website for free. They knew how stressed I was and figured it would be a nice gesture. OK, so it probably isn’t totally for me, but I like being the center of the universe and until my eyes stop bulging, I can say whatever I want. Coldplay has a special place in my heart for many reasons, two of the most important being that their concert was the last one I attended before I found out I was pregnant at the ripe age of 22. Technically, it was Lu’s first concert, as she was pleasently gestating during the show. When I went into labor, Trent brought several CD’s he’d made for the occasion, and just happened to look up at the song that was playing as Lu entered the world. It was a song called “We Never Change” from their 2000 album, Parachutes. And holy crap, just listening to it right now made me get goosebumps and tear up and want to run out of my office straight to Lu’s daycare and hold her forever. Take a listen…(excuse the dumb video, it’s an old song and hard to find online…I took what I could get)

OK, let me wipe the tears from my eyes. And then I’m heading directly to the Coldplay Website to download Violet Hill. If you can’t download for whatever reason, you can listen to it directly by going to (gulp) Perez Hilton dot com.

Now, breathe.

Mondays Are So Depressing

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This weekend Lucy turned into a tyrannical two-year-old. Symptoms include the word no, kicking, screaming at pitches only the dog can hear, refusing to go to sleep unless in my bed, running away and saying “bad mommy.” Luckily, the bi-polar attitude of toddlerhood also gave way to lots of hugs, kisses, wrestling sessions, time with the tickle monster, balloon animals and dancing along with street performing violinists.

I choose to remember the good stuff.


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Tears of Joy

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Yesterday my very pregnant friend, Abbie, went into labor. I spoke to her twice, and the second time was not good. She was in active labor, struggling quite a bit and was still not eligible for pain medication. I stayed pretty calm on the phone (I think), but the minute we got off I started freaking out. For the rest of the day I was a flighty, nervous mess. I would start one task, then have to get up and walk around. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was more tense then I was when I myself went into labor. Because at least then I had some control. Even a minute amount was worth it. But yesterday I just sat staring at my phone. Willing it to ring with good news.

I knew I shouldn’t call. When I was in labor I turned my cell phone off, as I couldn’t stand the ringing. So I texted her, figuring if she had an epidural (finally) she would get back to me. After five hours, I starting finding things to do to keep my mind off of that hospital room in Manhattan. I took Lu down to the Plaza. We went to the bookstore and picked out some new reading material. We went out to eat. I had a beer. Waiting.

Trent eventually joined us and texted Abbie’s husband to check on things. The response:

“We’re starting to push. I think I may pass out.”

Finally! Some tangible news! Then a few hours later we received the announcement, via text, of course. He’s here!

And last night, as I laid in my bed, I couldn’t help but cry a little bit. Because I know how much their lives are now changed. How when she wakes up this morning, it will be a whole new world. And how when she looks back in a few years, she’ll find it hard to believe that so much time has passed. She’ll hardly remember who she was before. Of course, she will still be Abbie, bad knock-knock jokes and all, but now she is a mother. She has a son. And as I sat in my bed, reading a memoir of another mother who’s story is freakishly similar to my own, I cried. Because I am so lucky to be who I am. So lucky to be a mother. Lucy’s mother. And now someone I love so much will finally understand how I feel and what I could never explain.

Spring! Spring! Spring!

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Guess what? I think (while crossing my fingers) that spring has finally sprung. I am cautiously optimistic, as the last time I got all excited about 70 plus degree weather it snowed two days later. And I cried.

This weekend I trecked myself and my little one down to Manhattan to visit my very pregnant friend, Abbie. Originally I was going to help her with her new baby boy, but apparently he had other plans. Reminds me a bit of another fetus I knew a few years back. Stubborn kids. So instead of swaddling and cuddling and learning how to survive on 17 minutes of sleep, my poor friend spent most of the weekend attempting to find clothes that fit and shoes that would be easy to slip on to her feet.

While in town, Lu and I spent a good deal of time out at Trent’s parents’ farm. Lu is finally at the age where going out to the farm is so much fun for her, and for her grandparents. The weather was MAGNIFICENT, so sunny that my poor, pale butt got sunburned. I sat in the sun reading, while Lu, “Grammy” and “PPa” (named by the great Lu herself) ran around looking for grasshoppers, picking flowers, going for walks to the pond, touching a fish and finding a frog. Most of the time Lu had no pants on. Big surprise.

Then yesterday I went for my first big walk of the spring with the great Mikayla. Our walks are so much fun, and I miss them greatly during the cold winter months. Plus, every walk we take is another day that I don’t have to join a gym. After I put Lu to bed last night, I was sitting on our front porch in shorts and a t-shirt and I starting thinking about my last few springs. A few springs back I graduated from college and moved to Italy. The spring after that I moved into a new house with Trent and we got a dog. The spring after that I had a baby. The spring after that I started a new job and became a working mom for the first time. Spring is a time of new beginnings. A time of change. And not just for the plants and trees, but for my whole life. There hasn’t been a spring in the last five years that wasn’t hugely life changing in some way. And since Trent and I have just met with a realtor, this spring is shaping up to continue that tradition.

I starting writing this post last night while sitting on my porch. This morning, I called my very pregnant friend Abbie to see how she was doing, and she’s finally in labor. Looks like her spring is going to be pretty life changing as well. A perfect end to a post about beginnings.

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