Date Night

My husband and I now refer to our married life before kids as our "single days". Indeed, in comparison they seem completely footloose and fancy free - not so dissimilar to how we viewed our actual single days in comparison to our married lives. I guess every new phase of life brings new appreciation for the chapter that has just closed.

We just recently went out on our first date night since the birth of baby girl numero dos. Unlike our first date after the birth of our first, this date was full of total escape and freedom. Two blissful hours of empty-headed nothingness. One hundred and twenty minutes of absolute peace...but who's counting?

Don't get me wrong, I love my girls with my entire being. Totally and absolutely. But (you knew that "but" was coming didn't you?) well, the truth is, they wouldn't even exist if I didn't take the time, effort, or joy in putting something else before them: marriage.

Back in our "single days", every night was a date night. Okay, maybe there weren't candlelit dinners and strolls on the beach every night, but genuinely, each night was spent basking in the presence of each other with limitless time to do whatever we might like to do. Even if that time was spent watching five seasons of 24 in the span of three weeks (true story), it was a seemingly neverending date night that we reveled in with sincerity. We thoroughly enjoyed our single days - crossing items off the "things to do before kids" list such as traveling to Paris (ahh, the memories) or sleeping on the street and waking up to the New Year's Rose Parade in Pasadena (not for the faint of heart).

But, even while we were in the midst of these neverending dates, we would occasionally stop, look at each other, and say something like "you know...this is going to mean a whole lot more when we have to actually plan ahead, get a sitter, and really need an escape to be with one another." It was true. Even then we knew that we had it good. Too good.

And so now, here we are. And BOY do we have a new appreciation for date nights!

After Matilda was born, it was definitely difficult to entrust my firstborn to the care of someone else. It took a while before I could not only leave the house physically, but mentally, and truly take advantage of time out with my husband. Now that we've warmed up a bit, seen our friends and family take a good beating and still stick around, and can now plan ahead enough to make our time worthwhile...date nights have become a treasured (though still infrequent) affair at our home.

It is definitely a challenge to get out and be alone. It costs money, it takes time, it usually inconveniences someone else...it is a beautiful thing! When we went out for this initial date post-Daphne, it was really the first time that it sunk in how unique and precious date night has become. It is completely exclusive time with the man I love. In a way it's like every day life is a long-distance relationship and the date night is a sweet, overdue reunion. It's not like we're two ships passing in the night. I mean, we actually like each other too much to not want to take time to talk and listen to each other every night. We just had a "date-night-in" where we ordered pizza and finally caught up on Modern Family episodes while our girls were both asleep (for the time being). But certainly, nothing beats a moment of pure escape, away from home, to genuinely reconnect with your partner.

I knew having children would bring a lot of new things into our little world. It's funny how, as our family expands, it somehow narrows my focus and priorities. It's not always easy to put my husband before myself (oh you wanted that last cookie?), and it is sometimes impossible to put him before the kids (what was that, honey? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the screaming toddler climbing up my back and the baby spitting up all over me)...but it is always worthwhile.

I don't know when the next date night will be, or what we will do (we always joke with our babysitters that we're actually just in the parking lot sleeping in the car - which doesn't sound half bad in my exhausted opinion) but I'm already looking forward to it. Not only does it bring new appreciation for my spouse, but it also gives me a chance to miss my girls and love coming home to them as well. Everybody wins!

*I particularly love the photo in this post. I think it depicts the family priorities well - with our girls looking outward, independently, and our union at the center. It makes me smile.

Potty Mouth

Well, we knew the time would come, I just didn't expect it to be so soon. Potty training. (gulp) I don't know why I'm surprised. It's not like my kid is any different than any other kid (right?) but I keep catching myself saying things like "we were going to wait until such-n-such but then she such-n-such..." and here we are. Matilda walked at just over 10 months, climbed out of her crib at 20, and has recently shown serious interest in the potty now at almost 23 months. These are all within "average" milestones - but it just feels soon to me to be standing in the aisle at Target trying to decide between Tangled or My Little Pony panties for my darling girl. **weird**

So, today was the day: day one (dramatic music here). She found the potty that we bought for her last night and we let her investigate it thoroughly. In fact, we got a little head start on today having her sit on it and go a little and read a couple of the potty books I got her.

Speaking of which - let's just take a moment here. Okay, so I go to Barnes & Noble the other day to see what they have in the category of potty training helpfulness. Turns out someone (quite a few people, actually) is making a killing coming up with ways to write and illustrate when and where poop happens. This is disturbing. Really, you won't believe what is out there. Sure, we all get a good chuckle at the "Everyone Poops" book. It is informative and humorous and helps break the ice on an otherwise awkward subject. And let's just be honest - poop is funny. Junior high humor aside, the word alone conjures up a good smirk on even the most formal of faces.

But let's draw the line at funny and informative and call it a day, folks! We need not get superfluous with the poop talk! There was even one book out there all about "Where's the poop" and you literally lift flaps in the book (interactive!) searching for different animals' poop in the woods. How is this helping my child learn to run to the potty in a moment of urgency? How is this helping her remember to take her undies off before she sits on the potty? And why do I care that Mr. Bear finally found his poop under an evergreen hedge? C'mon people.

Luckily, I was able to find a couple stories that fit the need. Cute, direct, to-the-point, and entertaining. I'm also thinking that the writers of the superfluous-poop books didn't take into account that parents would be reading these again and again and again and again, nearly every time you have to sit your toddler on the pot. And let's face it - one can only read "Princess of the Potty" so many times before you just want to throw it into the toilet...along with your sanity.

That being said: Day one is coming to a close. We've gone through about five successes, three major failures, and a bazillion Clorox wipes. I've decided to bribe her via sticker chart for now. I didn't do anything fancy. I figure 1) she's never seen a chart before so she won't know how lame this one is and 2) I may need to up the ante on these rewards soon, so I'd better start small. So, we just have a big poster board titled "Matilda's Potty Poster" (original, I know) and she gets to put a sticker on it wherever she wants each time she has a success (little success = little sticker, big success = big sticker) and with each "big" accident, she has to take down a sticker (boo!) So far, so good. She's into it.

My expectations have been low, so I'm pretty pleased with how we're starting out. Who knows how long the stickers will last? Who knows how many stickers will get up on the poster tomorrow? I know this is going to be a pretty long process with her, but I'm so glad to be able to be here for this milestone. I was just telling Josh last night how, even though I know this is going to be a major challenge, I'm so thankful I don't have to worry about daycare or work or leaving her with someone else to have to manage this messy time. Whew!

Thank you, Lord, that I get to be the one...home...cleaning up the poop.

Gee, I never thought I'd say that sentence!

Family Ties :: Kansas Trip Finale

Living away from family has its pros (no sudden, unannounced drop-bys from the relatives at the exact moment you get out of the shower only to discover your cat threw up on your only clean shirt and the baby just woke up with a serious diaper leakage issue) and its cons (no last minute babysitter for that midnight showing of Harry Potter your husband just scored tickets on)...

But, there is no time in life when this feeling of far-away-ness is most deeply felt than right after a new little bundle of joy is born. Everyone wants to help you. And everyone wants to hold her.

And there are simply just not enough iPhone pictures in the world to make up for the tangible touch of a little hand, and no app (yet) for that sweetnewborn scent that you would do your laundry in if you could just bottle it up.

So, when it came time for Daphne to be born, the plans got-a-cookin', so to speak. My sweet Grammy had just passed away, so everyone (except for me) had just gotten in their rounds of hugs and kisses from far and wide with the relatives that gathered in Kansas for the funeral. Since I was great with child at the time and couldn't be there, it left all the more longing for people to want to reach out and get their hands on this new baby - a precious symbol of life after such a sad loss in our family.

My brother's family had already decided to make a Kansas trip out for the State Fair, something his wife and kids had only heard legend of. Since I only get to see them about once a year now (that would be the sound of my heart breaking that you hear right now) I figured it was all the more bonus to get my babies out there at that same time - a two-for-one/killing-birds-with-stone sort of thing.

Unfortunately, since my husband had just started a new jo

b and taken three weeks off for the birth of our second daughter, he wouldn't be able to accompany us - hence the flying out of my mother and then sister to help me on what, from now on, would be known as "the voyage of insanity".

Pause. Upon our return, and now discovering that Josh was able to completely hibernate during the full 5 days - not to mention a couple trips to the driving range and movies - I'm starting to think that either A) this was his master plan to be able to finally make up all that sleep he's been losing, B) he's finally seeking his revenge on me since my pregnancies have forced him to be the one to have to ta

ke the chore of changing the kitty litter for the last two years (you can't change litter when prego) or C) he's smarter than I am after all. Hmm.

It was a sweet reunion when we all finally gathered in Kansas (sans Josh).

Above all, I finally got to see my Grandpa on this trip, and he got to meet sweet Daphne for the first time. At 90, this man continues to impress us all. He still does amazing woodwork (sending Matilda home with a new jigsaw puzzle) and had a smile on his face the whole time we visited...something that would make my Grammy very proud.

It was awesome to see everyone finally able to love on sweet Daphne for the first time...and get tackled by Matilda as well. At almost 2, Tilda is just getting to the age where she can really play with her cousins and yet young enough to still be completely doted on. My nephews range from ages 9 to 14 (how OLD does that make me feel?) and both my nieces are 7...so, it's been long enough since there were tinies in the family for Matilda and Daphne to be novelties to the rest of them.

They had so much fun playing "get chased by Matilda" or "get climbed on by Matilda" or "try to out-scream Matilda", and many pics were snapped as they took turns passing around Daphne, coating her chunky cheeks in kisses. With 15 of us total, it is always chaos trying to get anything done or go anywhere. Even meal times become loud, dragged-out events that resemble a circus more than a Norman Rockwell paint

ing. But with my mother's amazing cooking and a table that is always impeccably set, the effort outweighs the bedlam.

I think it was around day 3 that the novelty started to wear off. Don't get me wrong - everyone loves us. My family is nothing if not adoring over my girls. But, by the third night of wailing before bedtime and tantrums during supper and questionable smells from suspicious bottoms...well, that's when everyone is counting their blessings that they are related to you - and not you.

Still, there's no sweeter feeling than seeing your loved ones love on the ones you love. That's a lot of love. And that's exactly what made this voyage of insanity totally worthwhile.

My Fair Ladies :: Kansas Trip Part Two

One of the motivations for taking this crazy Kansas trip was to go to the Kansas State Fair while we were there. The Kansas State Fair is not only full of the usual rides, fried food, and colorful mayhem you expect at a carnival, but it is also a place of pure nostalgia and fond memories for me. We went every year, often on or around the time of my birthday, and my friends and family still reminisce about stories of "who ate what when" or "who threw up on what ride later" and the classic "remember when you got stuck at the top of the ferris wheel upside down"...the list goes on. So, you could see why it was an important chunk of my youth that I wanted to pass down to my own daughters.

Matilda did not know what in the world she was in for. Of course, Daphne will only have pictures to remember this by, as she was nicely snuggled in the Bjorn for the entire journey. We met up with my brother's family who had just arrived from their long trek from Nashville. My parents and I also brought along my sister's youngest two kids, so it was a cousin-extravaganza when we all met up.

Matilda had a blast being pushed around in her stroller by her two girl cousins, Lily and Grace. I'm pretty sure that was what she thought I meant by "rides at the fair" and I was happy to let her think that was the extent of what was offered...until she saw the carousel. Game over!

My mom has a love of carousels as well, so it was a match made in heaven. Gram and Tilda climbed aboard, and soon enough they were zipping up and down and around. Whee! I think Matilda would have stayed on there all day if you let her. But, there was plenty left to be se

en and done.

Let me take the time to clarify here that the Kansas State Fair is unlike any other fair I've been to. It beats the Orange County Fair like ten times over. Seriously. The food is better, the rides are funner, and they have actual livestock to show off - not just a border collie with a sign on it labeled "cow"...nice try, California. I'm talking two-day-old lambs to ooh and ahh over, and little baby pigs that were so cute it actually brought my 7-year-old niece to tears (true story).

By the evening, we determined that we were going to have to make our Fair experience a two-parter, coming back a second day so that all the cousins could get their full experience of the rides...and making sure that I was truly getting my money's worth out of this baby Bjorn. Lucky for me, I had just been to my chiropractor the week before.

On day two, we split up to cover more ground. The kids hit the rides and others and myself took the girls to shop around and see more animals. We also saw the prized "butter cow" - an actual life size statue of a cow entirely made of butter - well, it used to be, anyway. Now, it has expanded into an entire "scene" and this year's was of monkey's riding broncos!? Strange, but awesome, you have to admit. And speaking of butter...

Oh yes, we got our fill of some awesome fair food. Matilda and I ate Pronto Pups (amazing corn dogs the size of your head) and we devoured fried cheese that puts regular mozzarella sticks to total shame. By the time the day was done, we managed to eat our weight in the latest and greatest trend - Red Velvet Funnel Cake. Whoa, mama.

We waddled back to the car (where did we park?) finally ready to head home and thoroughly exhausted. Dust in our eyes, mud on our shoes,

sweat on our brows, and grease on our lips...what a day.

Some day we'll return when the girls are a little bit older - when Josh can come with us and win the girls some giant prize panda we can't fit in the car on the way home by spending dollar after dollar and finally hitting that one trick stack of bottles with a baseball - or something and when our girls will probably be whining the entire time about how Disneyland is better and they want to go home. But I don't care - I will always love the Kansas State Fair. I was glad to see that not too much had changed over the years and I could still see and smell the same things I had in my childhood. It was still a little wondrous, a little scary, a little noisy, and a lot of fun. Thanks, Kansas. There's no place like home.

Fly Girls :: Kansas Trip Part One

So the girls and I just survived the trip of a lifetime - a lifetime that I'm certain has been shortened due to the stress that it caused me. My Kansas Bound Babies and I packed up our belongings, including my mother who had flown out just a couple days before so we could make the trek possible to begin with. (Since Matilda is still under two, we would have either had to pay for a seat for her or just have her be a lap child.) With 2 children under 2, and 2 checked bags and 2 carryons stuffed to the gills with guaranteed fun...we were ready to go.

As soon as we approached the counter, I knew we were in over our heads. Matilda was freaking out, loving her new "leash" and determined to test the radius as far as it would allow, and Daphne was already reminding me how soon she would need to nurse again. Fabulous.

What's more?

Oh, the plane is running late and by the way - we can't sit together. Apparently there is some rule about only having one lap baby per side per row - due to the number of oxygens masks, etc. etc...something that I'm sure I would be thankful for in the event of some "sudden change in cabin pressure" - but at the moment I'm just thinking "are you serious? Do you understand this means my toddler will most likely kick a stranger in the face at some point?"

We try to appease Tilda with some health food (french fries to the rescue) and bargain beverages ($5 for a smoothie, sure) as we wait for the new departure time. Both girls get changed - twice - both girls get fed, and we join the line ready to board. Oh, what's this? No priority boarding? Really. Really?!

Holding Matilda - hopped up on smoothie, overly stimulated by the busyness around us, and thoroughly convinced by now that her leash is some kind of torture device - is like trying to hold on to a buttered boar. That is to say, seriously, a greased up wild swine.

We board. People glare. People get nervous as we approach their row and I can almost feel their exhales of relief as we pass by their seat.

Luckily, we are able to sit in adjoining aisle seats right across from each other. My mom has the baby and I have Matilda - as it would remain for as much of the trip as possible unless I needed to feed Daphne. Take off goes well, and the Matilda-happy-fun-show-hour begins. I'm in full blast entertainment mode. The two totally annoyed ladies next to me have completely tuned us out, which is fine by me...now, if I can just keep Tilda from grabbing the lady's hair...or jacket...or arm...or hey, where did she get that magazine? Crap, sorry ma'am.

Busy busy busy.

Here is your game. Over it. Here is your sippy cup. Over it. Fruit snacks. Toy. Video. Color. Over it. Over it. OVER IT! Don't worry, Matilda girl, we only have - oh wait, 2 more hours to go...before we change planes and do it all again. Oh my gosh, what was I thinking?

My mom and I swap so I can feed the baby and somewhere in the mix we exchange seat as well. Luckily, she had an open seat next to her and a very forgiving woman in the window seat. Whew.

We get down to the final hour, and approach the golden hour of what should have been Tilda's nap time. One yawn later and she fully skips sleepy time and bounds straight into a manic escalation. In other words - a caged, rabid tiger cub.

Whimpering turns to whining, whining turns to pouting, and pouting erupts into the screams of a panther caught in a bear trap. Not just crying, people, I'm talking outright screaming.

Everyone else on the plane just turns their heads away and slumps in their seats, debating (I'm sure) whether to rip their ears off or strangle me or my child. I'm trying everything I can to quiet the beast. I'm out of tricks. She's exhausted, she wants down, and her teeth are killing her (did I mention she is still cutting those darn molars? UGH!)

My mother mouths to me (since no one can hear anything above the screams at this point) if I had anything to feed her. I shook my head meaning "No, it didn't work" to which she interpreted as "No, I didn't have anything". Whoops.

Above all the screaming, above the airplane's white noise, and above the deafening impatience of the people around us, my sincere and heartwrenched mother yells with all her might, "DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY CRACKERS???"

Pause.

Wanna know how to take super-insanely annoyed passengers on a plane and piss them off beyond reason? Try asking them for something. Go ahead.

I shot my mother a look and quickly explained it was a useless request. Poor mom, I know she was just looking out for my sweet wild monkey girl when I turned and saw the people sitting in front of us glance back with the harshest death stares I've ever seen.

Ouch. I thought they were going to burn a hole in my skull with their eyes - which is probably exactly what they were trying to accomplish.

Sorry folks. Oops, Matilda just kicked your chair with all her might for about the 15th time in the last 20 minutes...sorry again!

Land this plane already!!!!

Finally. We. Land.

We're in Dallas. Since our plane was late leaving, we have virtually no time to get to our connection. My mom has the baby in tow, and we quickly find out our gate is A39 and we have to get to gate A19. Great - both A's - that sounds close, right?

Yeah, No.

I carry Matilda and both our bags and we power walk about a quarter mile, hop on the SkyLink, and finally find our gate. A quick change and I'm nursing the baby as my mom is feeding Matilda bites of macaroni and cheese with one hand, and feeding me bites of bbq pork (thanks, Texas) with the other. Good grief. God should've given mothers about 4 more arms - cause all of ours would've been in full use.

The second flight goes much better. Much shorter. And with lower expectations.

Also, I'm mercifully blessed with an open seat next to me - which I completely allow Matilda to climb up...and down...and up...and down...and....again again again until we are either scolded or landing.

We make it. We truly did it. Even our bags make it. It's a freaking miracle. My mom and I use what speck of energy our bodies have left in them to high five each other and silently swear to never ever put ourselves through it again.

Oh - wait - I was flying back in less than a week with my sister. I was doomed!

That's right - I did it all again with the invaluable help of my sister (and her magic bag of tricks - seriously, she just kept pulling out new toys, it was so awesome!)

The kicker? Matilda actually slept (yes, you read that correctly - not a typo) for about half the second flight back into California.

My mom almost hung up on me when I told her.

Welcome Back, Blogger

It's 11:30pm and I have 30 more minutes until my 30nothing becomes 30something...well, not just something, in fact...31! Of course, I'm not going to forget the fact that California is two hours behind - so, that counts even though I'm in Kansas, right?

Sure it does - just let her believe it.

So, welcome to the updated new blog. It's my birthday today, so that means you have to at least stay for a spell and give it a chance. I'll admit, it is still a work in progress. I wanted to launch it today, since I might cross your mind (it being my birthday and all) and thought you might want to stop in for a looksee. Well, here you go. There are a few new posts to glance at, just enough to hopefully whet your appetite for more...

But here is the honest truth - I'm in Kansas right now, living it up midwest-style with my girls and my fam (and did I mention it's my birthday?), and sort of just trying to survive on insanely little sleep (we are talking like 3 hours per night is doing good here folks) and also getting in some quality time (like playing how many sets of matching outfits can we put these girls in with my mother and her camera) - all to say, I'll be writing a full account of the trip once I return - so you can look forward to that.

My hope with the updated blog is to accomplish a few things:

*Get my thoughts out - no matter how random or ill-organized they may be

*Entertain you - feel free to laugh at me, near me, around me - or whatever preposition you prefer

*Write - and hopefully get better, one little letter at a time.

Check back often, or sign up for an email notification, or follow me on twitter to stay up to day on any new posts. I hope you hang around. I hope you tell your friends.

I mean, come on...it's my birthday!

Kansas Bound Babies

So, tomorrow I'm hopping on a jetplane with my mom and my daughters and flying home to Kansas for a funfilled week of insanity and family festivities. It's going to be Daphne's first flight (and second and third and fourth, as we have a layover on the way there and back again - oh joy) and I'm already anticipating the jaded glares of nearby passengers who start auctioning off their tickets to trade seats with the person farthest away from our entourage.

Yikes.

This seemed like a good idea when family was far away and I was imagining the bliss of having many helping hands around and being in the comfort of my parents home and thinking about Matilda playing with her cousins - all of which I still eagerly anticipate. But, as I pack the millionth pair of baby socks and the extra onesies "just in case" and the burp cloths and the glow worm Matilda "must have" to sleep with...well, I'm wondering if it wouldn't be easier to entirely dig up the state of Kansas and have it FedEx'd to my doorstep instead. Whew.

Today, as we were picking out some last minute items at Target, I fell all too wearily to the enticement of the LeapFrog system - the Leap Explorer or whatever the heck it is called. Whatever it is, it practically guarantees hours of fun in the palm of my toddler's hands, promising to educate and entertain her beyond my parental capacity, gluing her to the same position by her own choice...in other words, "don't you dare travel without this!" Hmm. We'll see. I totally caved and bought it, picturing Matilda's happy face as she stares at it for the 3 hour flight (the first leg anyway) as she pleasantly greets the other passengers who wave politely at her and comment on how sweet she is, along with my rosy cheeked infant who is sound asleep against me. Sure. Okay. That's so not going to happen.

But, if I can just survive tomorrow without TSA forcibly removing my child from the cargo cabin of an aircraft, or not having a flight attendant get jumped on (picture Matilda heaving herself piggyback style onto a completely unaware stewardess who should have thought twice before getting that weave my toddler is about to yank out of her head), and if we can just get there...then it will all be worth it.

Whew.

Here we go. We can do this.

Diapers - check.

Clothes - check.

Boarding passes - check.

Sanity....ask me when we land.

If only I could click my heels and we'd be there.

Overdrawn

People always warn you about the sleeping habits of newborns (or should I say, lack thereof). Even strangers will often offer their unsolicited advice at how you should "store up sleep now, once the baby is here there'll be no more sleeping for you" as if somehow this imaginary sleepbank even existed. (Trust me, it doesn't.) To all this, I say Pshaw! Newborns got nothin on toddlers, let me tell you.

Last night I got a grand total of 2 hours of sleep. And out of everyone in the family, the newborn slept the most - go figure. Since Daphne was born, a mere 8 weeks ago, she has made the newborn phase of parenting look like a walk in the park. Matilda, on the other hand, has suffered a barrage of disruptions in her little world, all peaking at what I would consider the painful pre-show to entering the terrible twos. Sigh.

The poor girl got a new sister, a new bed, and a new set of molars within a month. She's been to the ER once (I'll save that gem for another blog on a slower day) and dismantled more than a couple child safety devices we've had to install to protect her from her nighttime excursions. But, last night topped them all. Albeit, the ER scenario was by far the scariest - but last night was the most frustrating.

Last night she discovered that if she got out of bed and didn't come to our room (which is what she did before we locked her in) then she could simply just stay and play...and play...and play...and...well, you get the idea. We have a video monitor so that we can literally keep an eye on her in the middle of the night, and at around 11pm, the sneaky scoundrel decided to go to the one side of the room undetected by the camera, climb the rocking glider with her favorite animals, and just play.

This led to my husband returning her to bed not once...not twice...but maybe a few dozen times. At least. Long story short, she finally caved around 3:30am, right around the time Daphne woke up for a feeding. Yep, that seems about right.

This girl has got some naughty britches on her, I tell you what. First thing this morning I pulled out the ole James Dobson classic "The Strong-Willed Child" and started dog-earing pages, determined to arm myself with more parenting ammunition than her little assertive brain can defend.

Where is my sleepbank now? Is it completely overdrawn?

How about all that time I spent skipping chapel in college and sleeping in instead? Where's that sleep? How about all those Spanish classes I dozed off in the back of class? Can I cash that sleep in now??

Honestly, if I were the makers of Huggies, or Graco, or Gerber or whatever-the-heck-else baby-stuff-maker is out there, I would seriously look into branding my own line of highly caffeinated beverages for the parents out there.

And to the new parents of a little newborn for the first time. Those parents who are up in the night but then get to sleep while the wee one is sleeping...well, to them I say this: Sleep now, store it up, cause in a couple years you're going to need to cash that in.

Good luck.

Yawn.

thirtynothing

I've got a week to go before I join the ranks of being considered an official "30-something", giving me a full seven days of "30-nothing" to ponder and enjoy. Since turning the big 3-0 last year, however, life has been overflowing, leaving me to wonder if this is thirty-nothing, what in the world does thirty-something have in store? I'm guessing so, so much more.

Since last year, I've gotten pregnant, had my sweet Daphne, and quit my job to be a stay-at-home-mom. Not only that, but my husband also graduated with his Master's and changed jobs as well! Life has progressed rapidly over the last 12 months and I see no end in sight of it slowing down any time soon. And thank goodness!

Never before have I been so excited, so bewildered, so exhausted, and so grateful...this is a good place to be as I leap into my 30-somethings! I have two, healthy, beautiful daughters who drive me wild with equal amounts of love and insanity. I have a handsome husband who still likes my cooking and takes out the trash without being asked. And I have my dream job which I've spent years praying for and working towards and I have to say - it is even better than I imagined (just don't ask me at 3am...I mean, I'm still human). ;)

But okay, enough bragging/counting my blessings. Let's look ahead. Afterall, birthdays are more than just a time to reflect and see what God has done thusfar...they are also a time to set goals, project progress, and simply dream about what is to come. NOT that I'm trying to rush anything! For heaven's sake, I just had a baby 7 weeks ago who is already being mistaken for a 3 month old! Time is already marching at a faster pace than I'd like!

One of the things I'd like to cement into my newly 30-something life, however, is writing. Here it is. I'm saying it. I'm going to write more. I'm going to put myself out there and blog like a blogging fool.

Here is my only disclaimer - it will be hit or miss. I have no agenda, I have no expertise, I have no intention of being a blog where someone will come and necessarily feel like they are walking away with more than just some gal's fearless antics about her life. Maybe you will feel more validated in your own life. Perhaps you will chuckle a bit or empathize with my honesty.

Nevertheless, I hope you stick around for a long time. It's just about to get good. And maybe we can take this thing all the way till I'm blogging (or whatever we're calling it by then) about my 40-nothing and 50-nothing self, and so on...

For now though...it's about time we turn this nothing into something. Here we go.