Tuesday, April 2, 2013

She is ONE.

My ladybug, Hannah Sophia, is ONE YEAR OLD today! Can you believe it? So much has happened over the past year. It was the best, hardest year ever. Talk about trials. Talk about joy. But no matter what challenges I faced, I was always in a better place when I would look at Hannah's precious, perfectly-crafted-by-God face.

She has grown into a giggly, goofy little fun lover who can put away food like a lumberjack. She says mama, dada, uh-ohdog (preceded by woof woof), duck (followed by quack quack quack), eat, this, that, and she even said balloon yesterday. Sometimes she will just repeat whatever you say.

She loves baths - blows air into the water to make bubbles, splashes and rubs her eyes when the water hits them, tries to stand up even though she knows she isn't supposed to, drinks water as it leaves the spout, and chews on her toys relentlessly.

She loves books - sits as calm as she can in your lap as you read, turns the pages prematurely, points at images with her little toothpick finger, slams your hands in the book, and sometimes giggles at random when she likes what you're reading.

Her laugh is incredible - the perfect little girl giggle. She points and points at things all day, saying this and that as she points. Discovering. It dawned on me the other day when we were on a walk and saw a squirrel that this was the first time she was probably really seeing a squirrel and realizing it was a moving, breathing creature. She's a foreigner uncovering a mystical new land.

She loves to walk, but sometimes frightens herself when she stumbles. She thinks she's pretty funny when she starts crawling swiftly up the stairs and her dad or I sprint to her so we can ensure she doesn't fall. She thinks we're chasing her.

She loves the dog, although he doesn't care much for her except when she's eating. She will try to lay on him, follow him around, pat his face (sometimes a bit rough), and say woof woof at him.

She gets a really proud, beaming look on her face when she wants you to acknowledge what she's doing because she thinks she's pretty neat, like when she is taking a good long series of steps, or when she's riding around in the new wagon her grandparents got her and she thinks she's pretty big stuff. Because she is pretty big stuff.

She sleeps so well and often goes to bed without a struggle. She will let you know when she needs a nap and she really only fusses when she's hungry or constrained and wants to move.

Being her mother is like receiving the most incredible, irreplaceable gift anyone could be given. The thought of her special, smiling face and gorgeous blue eyes makes my spirit full and warm. She is God's child, His perfect creation, and I am humbled to be her mother.

Newborn
1 month

2 months
3 months

4 months
5 months

6 months
7 months

8 months
9 months

10 months
11 months

12 months = ONE YEAR!

Monday, April 1, 2013

Little big girl

Random poem inspired by a girl at the YMCA

"Little Big Girl"
I saw your sad face
In the back of the gym
As the little girls ran
With their bodies to swim
It's not that you're ugly
It's not that you're fat
It's just - they're amazing
And you just aren't that
But I'll tell you something
Your character counts
And people like pretty
Just in small amounts
For when it comes to it
You're bigger than size
It's not your facade
It's your heart that's the prize

Saturday, March 30, 2013

I slept in my glasses (a.k.a.: "a note about Ambien")

This, people. This is why the Ambien bottle advises you not to operate heavy machinery after you take it. The bottle should also tell you not to text, call, write anything in the public domain, or try to cook. Fortunately, I got off easy this time. Jason tells me this morning that I fell asleep last night with my glasses on. That's never happened. Then it hit me: I blogged. Oh, God, I blogged. Then I read yesterday's blog. Ha! Oops. Then I panicked again when I opened up my laptop to see Facebook pulled up. Oh.dear.no.please. So far I don't see any traces of conversation from a sleep drunk girl but if you did receive a post, call, text, anything from me, please let me know.

No, I don't take sleeping pills often. It's a very rare occasion reserved for nights when I expect my mind to keep me awake on the eve before a day that needs my best. Yesterday I wasn't feeling very well - ate nothing but yogurt, a tiny bit of waffle, and some of Hannah's leftover smash cake from her photo shoot with Heather Hanna Photography. I started to get anxious about the fact that I was getting run down and I didn't want to miss Hannah's first birthday party. So to quiet my mind, I took one. Yeah, I did it. Guilty as charged. It's been several months since I took the last one. I forgot how quickly they kick in. Had I recalled, I probably wouldn't have opened the laptop thinking I could bust out a quick post.

The lesson here? Ambien is no joke. Use sparingly and away from communication mechanisms.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Mom overboard!

Thar she goes!
Hannah's first of two first birthday parties is tomorrow, and if you're wondering why I haven't been posting over the last two weeks it's because I've been gettin' my CRAFT on, girl! Hannah, my little ladybug, needed to have a ladybug themed birthday party. And BY GOD I was going to give it to her! Really, though, I just love theme parties. And I love crafting, I just never have any reason to do it. The good thing about have a kid now is that I get to do all sorts of crafts and say that it's about the kids. It's for the kids! No. No it's not. Do I want Hannah to have a nice birthday party? Of course! But she will care about three things in the room: food, her friends and family paying attention to her, and the balloons. That will be the extent of her interest. But, like I just mentioned, it's not just about her. It's about me and my inner crafter who has been repressed for so long and is now being released into the bright cold wild like a skinny dipping Amish woman feeling refreshed for the very first time.

Y'all just wait for it. I will post some pictures. Don't fear. It's going to be all kinds of Pinterest-y over the top and I honor my sweet ladybug angel the way she deserves to be celebrated every day!

I was going to post some craft pictures here but my Ambien is kicking in so I need to stop communicating in any form immediately. Nothing good happens when I am sleep-typing. Although it would be a neat experinent if I could take my Ambien and make myself type all night and see what happens. Would any of my dreams get catpure
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Thisis where I geta little bit more tired and an=jst wantt =o read sometihng about swimming in a lake

Ambein works fst!

Monday, March 18, 2013

Hannah in her eleventh month out of my big weird belly.

I like to hear how long it took other women's bodies to recover from their pregnancy because I'm in my eleventh postpartum month and stuff still ain't right. Jason sometimes catches me pinching some of the extra fluff hanging on where my abs used to be. The adorable little mole that used to sit beside my belly button looks like a splotch of old brown concrete gum. My belly button looks like a puckered mouth. Do they make Lifestyle Lifts for stomachs? I am not interested in liposuction. I bet if I stood outside shirtless during a windstorm my belly would flap in the breeze. IT WOULD FLAP IN THE BREEZE. Oh dear gawd.

OK, this is not about me. This is about Hannah! She's 11 months old. In just a handful of days she will be a whole year old, and I will probably cry a little/lot. Wahoo!

I did her 11 month photo shoot a little bit unconventionally. She's on the move, so I just went with her. She came home from daycare and I just followed her around the house on her normal evening adventures. We ate food. We drank bottles. We walked down the hallway, finger in hand. We visited many places we didn't belong in mommy and daddy's room. We tried to climb into the bathtub fully clothed. We played "smack the toys off the ledge" in the bathtub. Success.




 





 

 














 

Friday, March 8, 2013

"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana." - Groucho Marx

Today is my birthday! Whoop!
I love birthdays. The air always feels a little different, in a good way. Magical and special and happy. I'm not one of those people who fears age. I'm like a fine wine that gets better with time, or a nice hand-crafted piece of antique furniture, or just a senile old lady in the making. I am off work today and my darling mother has taken Hannah under her care so I can spoil myself. Here is how I plan to spend my birthday:
  • Sleep in (check!)
  • Update blog whilst sipping delicious coffee (in progress)
  • Go get my license updated (ugh)
  • Go buy myself things I don't need (hoorah!)
  • Perhaps a massage? A pedicure? I just don't know where the day will take me!
  • Pick up Hannah from her grandparent's house and take her home in time for the babysitter to show up
  • Go to a delicious wine/steak restaurant in Chesterfield where I will consume delicious wine/steak among the company of my most treasured family members who could be in attendance
  • Pass out smiling, warm in my bed
In the spirit of reflection (and, in some cases, embarrassing myself), here are some old photos I dug up in my archive:
I kind of look like Hannah, except my face is longer ("So I said to the horse, 'HEY! why the long face?'")

I look pensive but really I just fell asleep with my eyes open.

Jesse and I getting ready for a day of uniform-wearing at the ole Catholic grade school. Great jumper! Nice socks!

Dad's got a perm, Mom's got legs that won't quit, Jesse's gotta pee, and I'm asleep with my eyes open again.

"What do you mean you don't eat them with the shells on?"

Hannah Boo Boo isn't the only award-winning baby in this family tree!


"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Nothin, just baseball stuffs!" (Jesse and Jason will get this joke)

I was actually a sweatshop baby.

Oh, you know, just playin' superheroes in my sweat suit beneath the woven wall decal on top of the shag carpet.

Amazingly, I even smiled while sleeping with my eyes open.

I know a haircut done at home when I see one - nice bangs!
One more millimeter toward the ear and this would qualify as a mullet!

In my young political days, shaking hands and kissing adults.

Asleep.

There is absolutely nothing funny about this picture. It's perfect and I look amazing.

Zzzzzzzzz.
Thank you all for taking this trip down memory lane with me. I hope to see you all again at this very blog one year from today for another showcase of sleeping with eyes open and bad bangs!
[blows out candles]