One of the days I'll have the time to do an honest-to-goodness, actual post. Until then, more cute pictures of my offspring! Our littlest man turned 18 months old over a week ago. My, where has the time gone?
I love this little guy from the silky curls on his head right down to his big, squishy feet.
The unthinkable has happened. Actually, it happened a few weeks ago but I've been so broken up, that I haven't been able to verbalize my feelings until now.
SoapNet went off the air on New Years Day. And with it, Beverly Hills 90210; the only reason for ever watching that channel. Because of this, piles of laundry are slowly taking over my house.
How are the two connected? Because nothing could spur me on to fold shirts and roll socks like the exploits of Brandon, Brenda et al. I could burn through 5 baskets of clean clothes during the 2 hour time slot during which those crazy kids hooked up, drank up, smoked up, broke up, broke down, burned down, and burned out.
It wasn't something I had to watch; just a little world that I could peek into to distract me when doing mind-numbing work. I didn't watch it every day and probably never saw an episode in its entirety. But I could always turn it on and find out if Donna was still a virgin. Or if Dylan was with Brenda or Kelly. Did Steve ever grow up? Did Brandon ever stop being a self-righteous turd?
Now that it's gone I will never find out how sweet Kelly Kapowski from Saved by the Bell turned into crazy Val Malone just by moving zip codes.
I blame Facebook... now if you want ridiculous, over-the-top drama, all you have to do is turn on your computer.
So goodbye to my favourite 30-somethings playing teenagers, and the TV show that had the coolest theme song guitar riff of the 90s. I'm hoping you'll find your way back via another network one day.
Today is Lucas's shoulda-been birthday. I don't know why I'm so stuck on this day. Maybe because both his actual birth day, and his 1st birthday (thank you Icemeggedon 2013) were surrounded by such chaos.
The new year has slowly meandered its way into our lives without any fuss and all is calm. Today would have been a great day to have a party.
But like I said in this post, I need to remember it is his story. And if December 8th brings chaos every year... so be it. Because this guy is worth it.
Plus... he seems to thrive on craziness. It's how he rolls.
A year ago, you came into our world with a bang. You had your own pre-determined schedule and you were sticking to it. Now, 365(ish) days later, not much has changed.
You actually started out as a pretty chill baby. I think you slept about 23 hours a day after you were discharged from your 9 day stay in the NICU. You fit into our family easily and you were adored by all; especially your brother and sister.
As you sped through the months, your easy-going nature continued. And then, everything changed... I don't know if it was when you learned to crawl, or if it was teething that sent you into an eternal angst-spiral, but ermahgerd child... simmer down!
If you want something, you WANT it. And telling you "no" leads to wailing and gnashing of your three teeth (that may or may not be the culprits of your 'tude). I guess what I'm saying is that you are one determined little dude. Even though some days it makes me tear my hair out, I do love watching you crawl at warp speed towards the open front door, that unfaltering smile on your face as you are single-minded in your quest for freedom. And no matter how close I am to that door, or how far away you are... still you make a break for it; one time even getting all the way out only to sit and munch on a leaf you found on our walkway before I caught up to you.
Speaking of eating strange stuff... once you learn to talk, I will be asking you what's up with that? Paper, markers, leaves, dog fur, candy wrappers, Polly Pocket heads, Lego, rocks... those are just some of the items I have fished out of your cute little kisser. It doesn't matter how thorough I am at scanning the floor for these tiny torture devices, you still seem to find them. Just stop eating them!
Having said all that, you are also one of the sweetest little snugglers a Mama could ever ask for. I don't think there's a better feeling in the world than picking you up and feeling you wiggle into your perfect cuddling position. I love how you light up when you see me, and even though it hurts my ears, your wailing as I walk away is a total ego-boost. And yes, I even love those open-mouthed, drool-fest kisses you give. And sometimes? I don't even wipe my cheek afterwards.
This year we had a grand birthday planned for you. People! Coming to our house! Food! Cake! Friends!(as you grow older, you'll get that this is a big deal, your Mama hates being a hostess). Then the ice hit the fan. Er, the ground. Everything was frozen over and people were stuck in their houses. By the day of your party, things were a bit better and some people managed to make it. Actually, it was perfect... right down to your face as we sang Happy Birthday to you and your expression when you had your first taste of cupcake.
Just like last year, your birthday was not boring. But let's not make this a thing, okay? It's hard on your Mama.
Happy Birthday my doodle. I love you so much and can't wait to see what this next year has in store for you!
I meant to post this yesterday, but we had a party on his actual birthday and most of the day was spent preparing. Only half the guests could make it because of an ice storm that hit our area, but I think a good time was had by all.
Apparently, Lucas's birthday will never be boring.