Sorry I've been missing.
New job. Bad time management, on my part. No pretending to work while diligently updating my blog, well, at least not until we move back to our office, hopefully sometime before Kyan's high school graduation.
Speaking of that little cutie.
He turns 3 tomorrow.
Free. Years. Old.
Boy it feels like just yesterday I was waddling around the office begging my boss to toss me down the stairs because I was fat and miserable and still working, in fact 3 years ago this minute, we were on our way to the hospital to endure the longest 20 hours of my life followed quickly by some of the best moments of my life.
Three years ago I had no idea what I was in for, what becoming a mother really meant, that I would never again make a decision without first thinking of my babies. The transition, for me, was smooth, well as smooth as one could ever hope for while throwing boobs the size of watermelons at a hormonal sleep deprived woman with a 6 inch slit in her abdomen that could only move out of bed with help from someone else all while trying to get a baby to latch on.
I admit the first few weeks totally sucked but that little feature that makes you fall in love with your baby, that? That, is what gets you through.
Three years later, I look at him and can't believe he is so big, I want to run up to him and cradle him and tell him he needs to slow down, but I can't and I shouldn't. But not knowing what lies ahead is scary, intimidating in fact. The baby thing, I think I have it down, I know how to make one, take care of one, sustain life and hey I even know a little about toddlers but little people? I don't know much about little people. But I'll learn.
It is mostly scary because, little people? They've been known to whine, a lot.
But like other things in our lives we just deal. Some of us just deal better than others – I'll be the one throwing myself on the ground screaming waving my arms around. Psst...Some people call that a tantrum, I call it beating them at their own game.
Happy Birthday Baby Bobo's!!!
P.S. (Do you think I'll still call him that at graduation?)
New job. Bad time management, on my part. No pretending to work while diligently updating my blog, well, at least not until we move back to our office, hopefully sometime before Kyan's high school graduation.
Speaking of that little cutie.
He turns 3 tomorrow.
Free. Years. Old.
Boy it feels like just yesterday I was waddling around the office begging my boss to toss me down the stairs because I was fat and miserable and still working, in fact 3 years ago this minute, we were on our way to the hospital to endure the longest 20 hours of my life followed quickly by some of the best moments of my life.
Three years ago I had no idea what I was in for, what becoming a mother really meant, that I would never again make a decision without first thinking of my babies. The transition, for me, was smooth, well as smooth as one could ever hope for while throwing boobs the size of watermelons at a hormonal sleep deprived woman with a 6 inch slit in her abdomen that could only move out of bed with help from someone else all while trying to get a baby to latch on.
I admit the first few weeks totally sucked but that little feature that makes you fall in love with your baby, that? That, is what gets you through.
Three years later, I look at him and can't believe he is so big, I want to run up to him and cradle him and tell him he needs to slow down, but I can't and I shouldn't. But not knowing what lies ahead is scary, intimidating in fact. The baby thing, I think I have it down, I know how to make one, take care of one, sustain life and hey I even know a little about toddlers but little people? I don't know much about little people. But I'll learn.
It is mostly scary because, little people? They've been known to whine, a lot.
But like other things in our lives we just deal. Some of us just deal better than others – I'll be the one throwing myself on the ground screaming waving my arms around. Psst...Some people call that a tantrum, I call it beating them at their own game.
Happy Birthday Baby Bobo's!!!
P.S. (Do you think I'll still call him that at graduation?)
3 comments:
Wow how time flies!! Happy Birthday to that little cutie. If its any consolation I think that for all we miss those tiny babies, it actually gets more fun!! Oh and I have seriously missed the blog. I hope you go back to the old office soon. :(
At his Graduation we are all going to stand up and YELL "Way to go Bobo's!!" I can't believe how fast the last 3 years have gone and how much love and joy he has brought into all of our lives- MAN HE'S A FUNNY KID!!
It's exciting to watch them grow but terrifying to watch them go a little further into that big scary thing called the world. I was most afraid of not being needed and I'm happy to report that even at 10 my BABY still lets me have those moments where he needs his mama and those are the moments that I live for.
Keep up the good work, little people are not that hard now teenagers that makes me want to throw myself on the floor and kick my feet!!
Happy Birthday to Kyan! Wow, time does fly. I can attest that it gets so much more fun and hard and nerve-wracking and rewarding and so many things. Good luck with is and throw all the tantrums you want. And for what it's worth, I've been missing your entries too. Darn work.
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