We’ve just come from the most lovely weekend in Northern California. We three headed down to San Francisco to attend the wedding of a a dear friend. On Tuesday, we drove up north to see one of my best old friends from high school and her lovely little family.
There was lots of wine, dressing up, and laughing so hard that my jaw hurt. Our little guy had a sitter for 3 nights in a row and made sure to let us know as we left on the third night that it was NOT OK (we made it up to him later, I swear). We got to see friends that we have been missing for ages. We got to relax a bit and remember who we are, away from the lists and chugging every-day responsibilities.
I was able to meditate on what I need to work on creatively in order to feel as if I’m being the best possible expression of myself. This last difficult (and still sleepless) winter has been hard on my body and mind. I have honestly been feeling stagnated and stressed. Prior to our short trip away, I had already been wondering about how to challenge myself to rise again to the occasion of celebrating life.
And then a little something happened…. Or, well, many MANY little somethings happened… but one thing in particular happened that made me think of this blog, what it means to me, and what might be done with it.
After a Monday night of drinking a fabulous amount of wine with some old friends, I returned to my friend Myrtle’s fancy hotel room (girlfriend works in the industry) with Axelrod at about 1am (he had been sleeping at our friends’ house prior!). Between 1am and 7, kiddo nursed 4 times. I’m sure that this was punishment for the three nights of sitters, but it’s always something with him, anyway. Anyhow this is all just to illustrate to you how very EXHAUSTED and somewhat hung over I was.
Seriously, people. I was straight up grumpy. We met Milton at a cafe and grunted our way through some pancakes, coffee and oatmeal. In the middle of our meal, a lady with a gorgeous baby stopped over to our table and asked if I had a blog. I do, I told her, and thought to myself In fact, I have 3 blogs that I have completely ignored for the last 8 months. She knew this blog in particular, which is the blog that is about my most wonderful and prized life happening, and she said that she had followed our story. Well that just blew me right out of grumpytown and made me feel awesome. It also convinced me that I should come back here and hash out some thoughts about my most wonderful and prized life happening from time to time.
So! Hi! Parenthood has this remarkable ability to make the sweetest time pass so quickly. It’s as if I can hardly get a grip on how temporary everything is. Every little thing my son does is just one moment in time until he does something else. Every day he changes under my close observation. Every day is magic, of course, even when it’s difficult. Which, to be honest, it often is.
Our guy talks like a chatterbox these days. He says Mama, Go, NO, Dog, and Cat. He yells at balls. He sometimes takes a step, but hasn’t walked yet. He is still not a good sleeper at all, but I do feel as if we are making VERY SLOW progress. He is persistent, hilarious, fat as all give out, sweet, cuddly, and just loves to kiss and hug every other kid he can get his hands around. He’s a hilarious dancer and seems to be composing complicated symphonies with his hands at all times (see above photo). We love him, completely.
He will be one year old in 1.5 weeks. Holy moley.