To my Baby: My beautiful, tiny, pink, wrinkly, chicken-legged, newborn baby. You are one. It’s such a strange feeling. It seems like just yesterday when I became your mom, but the last 12 months feel like 12 years worth of events rolled into one. I have to say that I’ve got a little bit of
This week I’ll celebrate another birthday…which is much better than the alternative. Now officially in my late 40’s, I’m not so happy about the rapidly multiplying gray hairs threading along my hairline, nor am I thrilled with the lines that have appeared along my forehead or around my eyes. But even as mid-life’s inevitable physical
In just a few short weeks I will be turning the big 3-0! I can’t believe that I will soon be someone who is in their thirties. I don’t know quite just yet how I feel about being 30. Part of me feels that I am getting old very quick and the other part of
From the outset, I feel the need to defend myself a bit here. Depending on your interpretation, that title above is either an exaggeration or dead on. Both of my kids have summer birthdays that are not quite comfortable enough to squeeze together into one celebration, but not far enough apart, in my opinion, to
I believe this is an oft-described phenomenon, but I have been noticeably more lax in my approach to planning my second child’s first birthday. By “lax,” I mean that the afore-mentioned “planning” has consisted of me making a mental note every time I look at my calendar and remember that the baby is turning one,
I LOVE MEMORIAL DAY! I am sure you are just waiting there with baited breath wondering why? Well I will tell you… A. Three day freaking weekend! I love my job but I love not working more… B. It is always my birthday weekend! So this mamma gets to celebrate one year closer to death.
“On the night you were born, the moon shone with such wonder that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered, ‘Life will never be the same.’ Because there had never been anyone like you …ever in the world.” Your first words to me this morning were “I’m FIVE!” And indeed
I recently celebrated the fifth anniversary of my 29th birthday my 34th birthday, and it got me thinking about an episode of Sex and the City with the above title, minus the Mom part. In that episode, Carrie and friends reminisce — and shudder — over being in their 20s, and consider how much they