A thousand apologies for the radio silence these past two days. I could tell you it was because I had a litany of boring, but exceedingly pesky bodily ailments including Pink Eye and stomach trouble plus sinus issues meaning I just really didn’t feel like thinking or, by extension blogging. I could tell you that. But, it wouldn’t be entirely true. (although the pink eye/stomach ailment/sinus part is true. )
The truth is that while I could easily think of five good things each day, I couldn’t think of five good new things that you, dear Reader, had never seen before. I’m never going to be the Gawker of Grace in Small Things, constantly breaking new and amazing things on here because frankly, my life – wonderful as it is – is pretty boring day-to-day when viewed in a Top 5 kind of way. I was getting kind of bored of repeating pretty much the same ones each day.
So what does this mean? It means that I’m going to condense my GIST posts from one a day to maybe one a week. I will still mentally practice it daily, as I had been doing before, but I will only share the really awesome moments with you fine people. This also frees up my blogging mojo for other posts that are pinging around my head but must wait behind the daily 5 slog.
Sorry to have skipped last night. It was the Big Love finale, I was tired from hosting guests over the weekend and I just wasn’t in the mood. But, I’m back!
I could not stop giving Rex kisses tonight while he was having his evening bottle. Maybe it was because he snuggled under my chin or maybe it was because I just love to hold him, feel his solid (and I mean solid) weight in my arms and listen to him contentedly drink away on his bottle. I love this child more than I could have ever thought possible.
I think I made someone’s day today. That makes me incredibly happy.
Looking forward to my mom coming over for dinner tomorrow night. It’ll be just the two of us since Mr. X is out of town and my dad is taking a brief trip overseas. We’ll have a good time.
Mr. X is out of town, but told me this evening that he loved listening to my voice. What a wonderful guy!
I realized today how happy I am. There’s nothing really left to say.
I can’t decide what was more hysterical about Rex’s birthday party: the dog drinking my margarita out of the glass or the fact that Rex had two green poops within 15 minutes of each other. But, everyone had a good time, had good margaritas and enjoyed themselves and the kid took in a major HAUL. Lots and lots of toys!
Doorbell, gate and towel bar in the bathroom have been fixed thanks to my father-in-law. All hail handy people!
Rex’s birthday cake was super yummy. Tomorrow we might even give him some.
Had a lovely lunch with Mr. X and Rex during which not one but two grandmas came up to praise Rex for his adorable good looks and blonde curls. They could not keep their granny hands off of him!
Rex is feeling soooooooooo much better than he was yesterday. Happy Rex makes for happy parents.
Day started with a semi-panicked yell from Mr. X in the garage as he was getting ready to take Rex to school that Rexfelt “a little warm”. Ended with a diagnosis of yet another ear infection and a cranky Rex. Bless his little heart.
Everyone loved the pictures I took of Rex with his green cupcake. I should have gotten a shot of the green icing that was still up his nose this morning, though. That was just classic.
Despite having an ear infection, Rex was in a fabulous mood at the doctor’s office. He serenaded the pediatrician and charmed the office manager to the point that she declared that he was an “angel”. Yes, I made that!
I had one of those perfect moments this evening. It was dusk and quiet in the house as Rex was already in bed and Mr. X was on his computer. I had seen our house in this light so many times over the years, but never before had I seen it knowing that our house was full. My heart felt full too.
Rex’s grandparents are coming in to town tomorrow for Rex’s birthday party. I can’t wait to see their joy at seeing Rex and how much he’s grown in the whopping month since they last saw him. Bonus: margaritas for the adults!
Bought myself some gorgeous handmade jewelry from my best friend. A total win win.
St. Patrick’s Day in years past was either celebrated mildly or not at all in my household, despite our Irish heritage. It just wasn’t that big of a deal. We might have worn some green, drank some green beer and that would have been about it.
St. Patrick’s Day now is and will always be for me a momentous day because it is the day that Rex entered the world. It will always be first and foremost his birthday and then St. Patrick’s Day. It will be a day of raucous celebration or at least a lot of green icing and shamrocks. It will be the day that we serenade our little shamrock with the obligatory song and dress him in green. It will be the day that I will be so amazed that we finally reached.
Rex Birthday-Eve! This time last year I was really, really ready to be able to breathe normally again without something stuck under my ribs.
Absolutely gorgeous sunny springy-summery day. I celebrated by returning the plants that I purchased yesterday since Mr. X determined that they were not in fact the same species of plant we were planting. They looked ridiculously alike, so I feel no guilt for getting them mixed up. But, Lowe’s – take note – everyone’s life would be much easier if you would let me return plants in the Garden Department.
Rex is experimenting with attempting to stand on his own. Last night this manifested itself with him sitting on the ledge of our back porch and scooting his bottom toward the edge ever so slightly before taking the plunge into the grassy deep. Mr. X reported this morning as he was attempting to dress Rex for school Rex insisted on wanting to stand up for the procedure, thus making an already difficult job that much harder. But, it was good practice for both of them. And, it was great for me since I got to stay in bed!
I’ve started reading The Emotional Life of Toddlers and it is absolutely fascinating. Rex is on the cusp of this world and I need lots of guidance on getting all of us through it the right way.
Ken Rudin, the Political Junkie on NPR. He reminds me of why I was a political science major in college. I just love listening to him. Or, maybe its that they always have the Dean Scream at the beginning of the show that cracks me up every time I hear it.
I am so, so proud of myself for making it through Rex’s first year. His birthday celebration is my celebration for making it through PPD and coming out on the other side.
Mah Jongg last night was fabulous. Despite having been out of practice for several weeks, I managed to win two games much to the consternation of my fellow players. It was also a lovely evening of wine, catching up and evening breezes from the open windows.
I scored a free $15 iTunes gift card just by getting ink toner that I already needed. I’m thinking of using it on the new Adele album.
My mother has returned from Back East bearing gifts (in our family known as “sussies”) of a crab onesie for Rex (OMG, SO CUTE) and awesome chocolate cookies for the adults. She graciously pointed out that she and my father limited our ability to over indulge by leaving us just two cookies. Isn’t she nice?
Got a question on FB from an old high school friend who with his wife will be welcoming their first child in May. He wanted to know what kinds of restrictions we placed on people having access to Rex those first few weeks home, i.e. who could touch him, etc. I was frank with him and explained that at the time, I had a raging case of PPD and practically begged other people to hold my baby, and regardless of who held him, he ended up getting his first illness at daycare, so their mileage may vary. I told him about my PPD because I wanted him to know, subconsciously, that if his wife has the supreme misfortune to have PPD, I can help. I really, really hope that she doesn’t.
Looked at pictures of Rex when he was first born, almost one year ago, and I’m tickled at how much he has grown during that time. It’s so hard to remember now when he was an infant and couldn’t even hold his head up when compared with the singing, squealing, whirling dervish of activity that he has become. What will this next year have in store? I’m so excited to find out.
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I got to sleep for 10 HOURS STRAIGHT last night. I am not bragging, I am celebrating. I was on early wake up duty all week because Mr. X was out of town and by Friday I was just dragging. It was so nice to have him home and on Rex duty in the morning. Rex, bless his heart, also helped out by sleeping in until 7:15.
Lovely mid-day spent at the outdoor mall with Rex, Mr. X and my dad. My three favorite men!