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And someday soon, I might even be blogging here. Right now I'm trying to figure out how to work, exercise, get tykeography up and running, and you know, be a mum.
Thursday, 3 February, 2011
Friday, 10 December, 2010
One Year Later
Today, D, you are 1 year and 16 days old. And although I whisper it in your ear all the time, I want it written down so you really REALLY know, you're the cutest kid in the world. Before you? Well, a limited number of my friends' kids were cute, but I really mean a LIMITED number, because I just wasn't a kid person, even if I DID want one for myself. And after you? Well, truthfully, there's STILL a limited number of my friends' kids I think are cute, because nobody, and I mean NOBODY, compares to you my luv.
Part of what makes you the cutest kid in the world is that even at only a year old, you are who you are and you don't yet seem to care what anybody thinks. Screeching high-pitched screeches at the top of your lungs in the middle of the mall? No worries, that's just what you wanna do when you're happy.
Laying in your bed, rolling your hand back and forth over your mouth so you can make that "wah wah wah wah wah" noise instead of sleeping? No worries, that's how you entertain yourself before you go to sleep.
Walking laps around the house with your arms in the air like you just don't care? Well, you really DON'T seem to care just how silly you look. And sometimes, that's just about the best thing in the world, because it brings out the best in your dad and I in that sometimes now WE don't care just how silly WE look. Because for you, there's nothing we wouldn't do. Sure, other parents offer to throw themselves in front of moving buses, and promise gifts of their left kidney should you need it, but us - YOUR parents? Well we run around with OUR arms in the air like we just don't care! Now seriously dude, THAT'S love!
And the thing about that love is that it's not just genuine, it's OVERWHELMINGLY genuine. You kid, are the best thing that's ever happened to either of us, and while we're both pretty verbose people, I'm not sure there's words for just HOW best you are. Because we get these spectacular moments with you that are pretty undefinable to anyone who isn't a parent.
We'll be laying on the couch alternating between reading stories and hanging you upside down [off the couch], and you, the most NON-CUDDLY child in the world, will now pause with your face right next to ours to let us smother you in kisses. And you'll smile the whole time we're doing it.
We'll be doing miscellaneous shit around the house, and at any random time, you'll run to us and bury your head in our legs, just waiting for us to smoosh you and love you and hold you. And then you'll shove us aside like we're in your way, and carry on with your day.
Or we'll be sternly reminding you, that "No, that's dangerous" as you approach the fire [in the fireplace] again and again and again, and sometimes, well sometimes you'll look back at us with that grin that says, "I'm sooooo gonna keep doing this all night, and you're sooooo not gonna stop me.".
And while yea, there were moments - no, make that MONTHS of moments - where having you was really freaking hard, there are now just so many more months of awesomeness that all your devil-child and donkey-boy ways while not forgotten, ARE, in fact, forgiven.
Because you boy, are the best thing in the world. You are everything we thought you'd be, and so much more. You make us feel pretty damn fortunate almost every day, and not just that we got so lucky as to have you, but that we get to be so lucky as to keep having you.
luv mama
Part of what makes you the cutest kid in the world is that even at only a year old, you are who you are and you don't yet seem to care what anybody thinks. Screeching high-pitched screeches at the top of your lungs in the middle of the mall? No worries, that's just what you wanna do when you're happy.
Laying in your bed, rolling your hand back and forth over your mouth so you can make that "wah wah wah wah wah" noise instead of sleeping? No worries, that's how you entertain yourself before you go to sleep.
Walking laps around the house with your arms in the air like you just don't care? Well, you really DON'T seem to care just how silly you look. And sometimes, that's just about the best thing in the world, because it brings out the best in your dad and I in that sometimes now WE don't care just how silly WE look. Because for you, there's nothing we wouldn't do. Sure, other parents offer to throw themselves in front of moving buses, and promise gifts of their left kidney should you need it, but us - YOUR parents? Well we run around with OUR arms in the air like we just don't care! Now seriously dude, THAT'S love!
And the thing about that love is that it's not just genuine, it's OVERWHELMINGLY genuine. You kid, are the best thing that's ever happened to either of us, and while we're both pretty verbose people, I'm not sure there's words for just HOW best you are. Because we get these spectacular moments with you that are pretty undefinable to anyone who isn't a parent.
We'll be laying on the couch alternating between reading stories and hanging you upside down [off the couch], and you, the most NON-CUDDLY child in the world, will now pause with your face right next to ours to let us smother you in kisses. And you'll smile the whole time we're doing it.
We'll be doing miscellaneous shit around the house, and at any random time, you'll run to us and bury your head in our legs, just waiting for us to smoosh you and love you and hold you. And then you'll shove us aside like we're in your way, and carry on with your day.
Or we'll be sternly reminding you, that "No, that's dangerous" as you approach the fire [in the fireplace] again and again and again, and sometimes, well sometimes you'll look back at us with that grin that says, "I'm sooooo gonna keep doing this all night, and you're sooooo not gonna stop me.".
And while yea, there were moments - no, make that MONTHS of moments - where having you was really freaking hard, there are now just so many more months of awesomeness that all your devil-child and donkey-boy ways while not forgotten, ARE, in fact, forgiven.
Because you boy, are the best thing in the world. You are everything we thought you'd be, and so much more. You make us feel pretty damn fortunate almost every day, and not just that we got so lucky as to have you, but that we get to be so lucky as to keep having you.
luv mama
Friday, 3 December, 2010
Let the Debate Begin!
Okay, so this is one of those posts that I'm kinda afraid to write as it's a topic that gets people all heated and stuff, but if I'm going to get back into writing here at Bloorb, I need to write about whatever the hell it is I feel like writing about. And what I FEEL like writing about, is what's going on. At work.
And no, there's not actually any drama or anything bad at all - it's actually all good! But it's also really interesting. It's interesting the things people talk to me about now that I'm a mum, it's interesting the things people think I'll feel now that I'm a WORKING mum, and it's interesting the things that people I barely know think are their business.
And again, I don't say that in a bad way, just an INTERESTING way. Cuz I find it just a little bit FASCINATING that co-workers I don't really know that well, are actually totally comfortable talking to me about my boobs. Yes, my boobs. And sure, what they're really talking to me about is breastfeeding, so not REALLY my boobs, but to me it's still my boobs. It's also something that as I hinted at in the first paragraph can be quite sensitive to talk about. So again, I'm just a little bit fascinated that people are totally comfortable asking me about my breastfeeding habits now that I'm back at work.
And sure, I actually have it pretty easy in that I get to say I AM still breastfeeding, so there's never anything very heated discussed after my answer, but the thing that's strange to me is that people I really don't know all that well, people who I've never had real intimate conversations with, are asking me flat-out if I'm still breastfeeding. They're also asking me how often I'm breastfeeding. And they're even asking me if I'm still pumping. And they're asking me with what seem to be blinders on, because who's to say if I struggled with breastfeeding, who's to say if I had issues and wasn't able to, who's to say it's not something that really upsets me to talk about as it's one more way my body failed me?
Again, I've been really lucky that I had a kid and a body that allowed me to keep doing this, so I DIDN'T struggle and I WASN'T upset, so these discussions don't get too crazy on me, but I also see when I say I'm only breastfeeding two or three times a day, or when I say I'm no longer pumping [as I'm not interested in spending all my free time with a cow-like device attached to me], well I can see the hesitation my co-workers have. I can see their want to give me advice. I can see them biting their lip, thinking of all the things they COULD say to me about what I'm doing. And I can see that if I wasn't so lucky, these conversations could be a HELL of a lot more awkward than they are.
It feels to me, like if my answers were different, this really MIGHT turn into a heated debate. It really might not, who knows, but there's something in their eyes, there's something there where I'm getting the nod of approval for what I'm doing - a nod I wouldn't see if I weren't still doing it. And while everyone's entitled to their own opinion on these things, I find this topic to be extremely personal, so it's weird to me that co-workers are just so comfortable opening the discussion. It's weird to me that going in with blinders on, not knowing what landmines you're stepping into, is so totally acceptable.
And no, there's not actually any drama or anything bad at all - it's actually all good! But it's also really interesting. It's interesting the things people talk to me about now that I'm a mum, it's interesting the things people think I'll feel now that I'm a WORKING mum, and it's interesting the things that people I barely know think are their business.
And again, I don't say that in a bad way, just an INTERESTING way. Cuz I find it just a little bit FASCINATING that co-workers I don't really know that well, are actually totally comfortable talking to me about my boobs. Yes, my boobs. And sure, what they're really talking to me about is breastfeeding, so not REALLY my boobs, but to me it's still my boobs. It's also something that as I hinted at in the first paragraph can be quite sensitive to talk about. So again, I'm just a little bit fascinated that people are totally comfortable asking me about my breastfeeding habits now that I'm back at work.
And sure, I actually have it pretty easy in that I get to say I AM still breastfeeding, so there's never anything very heated discussed after my answer, but the thing that's strange to me is that people I really don't know all that well, people who I've never had real intimate conversations with, are asking me flat-out if I'm still breastfeeding. They're also asking me how often I'm breastfeeding. And they're even asking me if I'm still pumping. And they're asking me with what seem to be blinders on, because who's to say if I struggled with breastfeeding, who's to say if I had issues and wasn't able to, who's to say it's not something that really upsets me to talk about as it's one more way my body failed me?
Again, I've been really lucky that I had a kid and a body that allowed me to keep doing this, so I DIDN'T struggle and I WASN'T upset, so these discussions don't get too crazy on me, but I also see when I say I'm only breastfeeding two or three times a day, or when I say I'm no longer pumping [as I'm not interested in spending all my free time with a cow-like device attached to me], well I can see the hesitation my co-workers have. I can see their want to give me advice. I can see them biting their lip, thinking of all the things they COULD say to me about what I'm doing. And I can see that if I wasn't so lucky, these conversations could be a HELL of a lot more awkward than they are.
It feels to me, like if my answers were different, this really MIGHT turn into a heated debate. It really might not, who knows, but there's something in their eyes, there's something there where I'm getting the nod of approval for what I'm doing - a nod I wouldn't see if I weren't still doing it. And while everyone's entitled to their own opinion on these things, I find this topic to be extremely personal, so it's weird to me that co-workers are just so comfortable opening the discussion. It's weird to me that going in with blinders on, not knowing what landmines you're stepping into, is so totally acceptable.
Thursday, 2 December, 2010
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