Whenever I use the word excuse as a verb I always think “Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally.” Every. Single. Time. Random, I know, just thought that glimpse into my oddities might make you smile.
Anyway, I know you’ve all been dying to hear how the big Thanksgiving event went (please read dripping sarcasm into previous comment). Sorry we’ve had a lapse over the last week. My Thanksgiving was wonderful. The storms stopped Wednesday night and started up again Friday morning, so on Thursday afternoon we had a beautiful lunch on our new deck. Three 8ft tables, 27 place settings, two turkeys and TONS of food. Haven even took her afternoon nap throughout the dinner so I had a chance to eat. I really couldn’t have asked for anything better. Big thanks to all who helped; Chris, Andy, Sam, Sarah, Ward, Lynn, Tera, Susan and everyone who shared food!!
Unfortunately, some nasty illness hit Est33 and our babies through the holiday and after. Mine had her first ear infection; scary temperatures and all. Over on the west coast, Emily was sounding so gravely, I wasn’t sure if I was talking to her or her hubby. (jk, mostly).
All to say, sorry we haven’t blogged in a week.
Next up; Baby girl’s first birthday party. I don’t really feel like celebrating her first birthday. I just can’t believe it’s here. I just can’t believe she’s going to be 1. I just can’t believe every day she’s more of a toddler and less of my baby.
Instead I’m going to refer to this whole thing as a celebration of her first year of life. Now that’s something I can get behind. It has been amazing.
A few highs all you mamas out there can reminisce with me, all you future mamas can look forward to;
bed sharing. cozy, sweet, still, infant
first smile at 2am
realizing you know the difference in the hungry/sleepy/angry cries
not bed sharing. sleeping through the night
starting to crawl
first communication; pointing and signing
“Uh Ohhhh” “DaDa!” “Noooooo”
carrying things around like she’s a big kid
playing with a potty seat like it’s her personal lazyboy
bringing me trash. my little helper (not that it matters that she was the one making the trash)
That’s what she was doing last night. Ripping up paper and grinning like an idiot as she brought it to me. Anyone read my Runaway Train post? That’s how I feel today.
Good news is that she’s getting over her ear infection. She’s happy, growing, learning, thriving. Every day is new and wonderful. I will try not to get hung up on the monumental First Birthday.
Don’t forget to take time to enjoy the season. Don’t forget to take time to be thankful and joyful for the reason.