Thanksgiving is tomorrow and like most people during this time of year I have reflected on what it is that I am thankful for. Let me first say that I feel that I am truly blessed. At times I whine and complain about trivial things, but all in all life is good.
I am thankful for my Mother. Yes, she falls into the category of friends and family, but she is also in a category all her own. This woman that I used to argue with and thought didn’t know anything, is my best friend. I speak to her everyday, seek her council, and am lost at times without her. She is an extraordinary person, and I am thankful to call her Mom.
I am thankful to have a job. Sometimes when I get frustrated about having to go to a meeting or having to work late on a spread sheet, I think about the times when I didn’t have this worry. I had another worry instead, how was I going to pay my bills and provide for my daughter. I am thankful that I am healthy enough to get up everyday and go to work. I am thankful that I live in a country that I can freely express my beliefs. I am thankful for the future and the possibilities that it holds for me and my family.
Of course, I am most thankful for jelly beards, peanut butter kisses, early morning wake ups, and Cheerio’s that I find everywhere (recently in my shoe). This is Angel’s 2nd Thanksgiving and although she doesn’t know it yet I am so thankful for her. She has changed my life in a way that I never thought was possible. I am thankful God sent her to me, my little Angel.
I am thankful to my readers and hope you enjoy reading my thoughts, feelings, and stories. May you all have a many blessings to count and things to be thankful for.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
As Angel gets older she is exploring, watching, and speaking more. As we all know most children learn buy observing the world around them. This means they say what you say and want to do what you do. In the mornings I sit at my vanity and put my makeup on. Angel will crawl up beside me and want to do what I do. She grabs my brushes and strokes them across her face and mine. I have given her her own brushes that have been cleaned, because she and I both were ending up with purple streaks on our face.
She will repeat almost anything. This includes things you ask her to say as well as things you just say. I recently stole the word poodles from Sophia as my swear word. I have said this in conversation with people and have even incorporated it in text. I figured better to do that then let another word slip. It may sound funny hearing a grown woman say “AW Poodles!” But in my opinion this is better than a 2 year old saying “AW insert 4 letter word here!"
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Yesterday after a glorious night sleep, I woke up, had coffee in bed, caught up on the news, and did some yoga. I decided I needed to do some things around my house. Angel is with her Father so instead of my usual 6:00 a.m. wake up call, early breakfast, and morning walk around the neighborhood looking for insects and airplanes, I was able to have some me time and take care of some things I have wanted to take care of for a while. One of the things I have been meaning to do was to go through Angel’s baby stuff and get rid of anything she is not using. I am not a pack rat, and do not like to hold on to things that are not needed. I have held onto most of Angel’s baby stuff this long because so many of my friends are having babies. I have been giving some of her stuff to them. However, yesterday I decided it was time to get rid of things like her swing, her first bathtub, her pack and play, and a lot of her clothes. While going through all of this stuff sadness came over me and songs like “Don’t Blink” and “You’re Gonna Miss This” started playing in my head. I found newborn pajama’s that are so small seeing them made my heart ached that my little princess has gotten so big so fast. I see why everyone speaks cliché. “They grow up so fast”, “You’ll turn around any they’ll be in college” just to name a few. In these moments a longing came over me and all of a sudden the thing I never thought I would feel, say, admit to shot through me like lighting. I want another baby. When my friends would tell me this after having a baby I thought they were nuts! How could you want another baby when you are just starting to get decent sleep and the diaper stage is almost over? Many people have asked me if I wanted another baby and I have said, “no” because of my experience with my pregnancy, birth, and first year alone with Angel. If I do have another baby I am sure I won’t be the only one talking to and rubbing my tummy while the baby is kicking and getting up in the middle of the night to quite cries. Either way I am still getting rid of some of this stuff. In the event that I need it again in the future I will borrow it back from my friends or buy it. Who knows I may need another color?!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I can’t believe that Halloween has come and gone. This was Angel’s 2nd Halloween and was much more fun than last year. Last year she was almost 7 months old and was barely sitting up. She and I went trick or treating with Claire and her family; just had I had done for the past few years. Last Halloween Angel was a monkey. A costume I had chosen out of the “One Step Ahead” catalog, where everything in there is made to look like a must have. The great thing about this costume was that it was thick and covered her head and feet which I thought would be perfect in the crisp fall weather. Unfortunately, it was warm and humid last year (a common weather problem in the South), and I worried about her getting overheated instead of getting cold. This year was the opposite (of course).
This Halloween, thanks to Sophia, Angel was a bumble bee. Sophia called me one day and said, “I just found the girls the cutest costume and I am getting it for them!” (Sophia’s daughter is 3 months older than Angel and is her BFF.) So I put the Tinkerbell costume that I had gotten on clearance last year away and dressed her as the cutest bumble bee I had ever seen! We didn’t go to Claire’s as in years past because Angel had a runny nose, and I didn’t want her to get Claire’s new baby sick. So a few friends came over to our house, I made a big pot of chili, and we went trick or treating in our neighborhood. At first I wasn’t sure if we should even attempt taking her because she was fussy. Just getting her costume on was a feat. She was pulling at her wings and would not keep her fuzzy yellow antennas on her head. Once we started our adventure and she realized that every house we would go to she would get massive attention she perked right up and “treat or treat” became words of the night. We had a lot of fun. I know years to come will be even more exciting. I am sure next year she will have trick or treat down pat and maybe she will even pick out her own costume. I see a future princess, cowgirl, wonder woman, and who knows what else. I am just glad that I get to enjoy Halloween want to make it thrilling for her. I never decorated for Halloween before and of course that has all changed. Hopefully next year she will eat some of the candy instead of me!