The First Cut

Just a little evening out to rid her of the "baby mullet," but monumental none-the-less.

PS - She loved every second of it, even getting that ridiculous bow at the end ;)

This Face

This face is turning FOUR in seven days...hold me.

Stream of Conciousness Sunday: I'm Turning Into My Mother

I have decided that when it comes to all things "I'm turning into my mother," I'm just going to begin embracing them. Not even so much the "turning into my mom" part, as much as the "I'm a grown up - now responsible for two children" part. You see, I used to be cool - at one time I was a concert going, beer swilling, free spirited college gal who probably made $20 last two weeks, and didn't have too many cares. I mean, for three years straight pre-kids I attended a music festival with my younger brother that involved me going without a shower & sleeping in a tent for 5 days... My, how that all can change when you hit THE REAL WORLD.

So, I just have to laugh at myself now when I freak because my phone might have lost all the "sleep logs" I have been keeping for the baby. And I'll still chuckle a bit when talking about a situation in the car & I begin spelling names, or referring to people as "you-know-who," so those big toddler ears in the back don't go & embarrassingly repeat something to others. Last night I had to hold back my surprise when the boy announced mid-board game "OMG, this game is so hard Mom, right?" - they really do listen to everything.

I am a grown up now, one who is "turning into my Mom" - but you know what? She is a great Mom, so I'll embrace it & laugh about it along the way.

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A Letter to My 3 1/2 Year Old Son

Dear Monkey,

Over the holidays we were holding hands to cross the street somewhere, and I noticed something that really struck a chord with me. Your little hand was actually quite rough & calloused, I suppose like that of an active little boy. And it hit me - when did you get so big?

With your sister around these past few months, time has been flying. I haven't had as much time as I used to to stop & just take it all in. But I have a secret to tell you - sometimes in the evenings, when I finally sit down for some free time, I like to get on the computer & look at old pictures of you. Nothing makes me happier than to see how much you have grown, and to remember all the good times we had when it was just you & me.

Our days are certainly a lot more hectic now. I don't tell you enough, but I want you to know that you are an excellent big brother - I love to see your nurturing side come out when you are around Bean. She's lucky to have you, and so am I.

When I reflect back on those old pictures, and all of our good times as a pair, I get excited for what the future holds for you, your sister & me - a new trio. I also want to thank you, for making me the mom that I am. Those 3 years alone with you really shaped who I am in my new "career," and I love you more & more each day. Just in case I forget to tell you...

Mom