I don't know how it's possible that an entire year has passed since I gave birth. Those 27 hours of labor seem like yesterday; at the same time, they feel like they were a lifetime ago. Funny how being a mom skews your perception of time.
Due to some big ol' ugly family drama, I will not be posting pictures of Rowan's birthday party on here. (Sigh. I know. You wanted to see them so badly.) But if you're one of my bump friends, find me on Facebook and you can see the pictures there. Theoretically. He's an awfully cute kiddo. Not that I'm biased.
A quick update on what Rowan's been up to:
-He's pulling up and cruising still, but not yet walking, except when he's holding onto his push toy.
-He says "mama", "dada", and is starting to say "Daddy" and "ball".
-He loves giving kisses.
-He eats pretty much anything, and his birthday also marked one year of nursing for the two of us.
Life's good.
September 19, 2013
April 15, 2013
Hmm. Blogging.
Kinda forgot about this thing in the hustle and bustle of life. And honestly? I don't think anyone really consistently reads it anyhow. I've debated just deleting the entire thing but, kind of like an old teddy bear that used to be a favorite, I can't seem to get rid of it even though I'm no longer using it.
Rowan is 7 months old now. Starting to pull up, babbling nonstop, army crawling, and going from laying down to sitting on his bottom alone. Hates solids, but loves purees. (I think he has texture hang-ups, just like his Momma.) I'm having a lot of fun being his mom, and trying to keep up with him. He's super high energy and by bedtime each night, I am just totally wiped out. Love every minute, though.
On the news today, I saw that there was a bombing in Boston at the marathon finish line. People in this world are so twisted. I can't understand what type of hate you have to harbor in your heart to want to hurt people who have never wronged you. Prayers going out to those affected by the bombing.
I may sporadically update here and there, but it's hard to find motivation when my readership is like...three people.
Rowan is 7 months old now. Starting to pull up, babbling nonstop, army crawling, and going from laying down to sitting on his bottom alone. Hates solids, but loves purees. (I think he has texture hang-ups, just like his Momma.) I'm having a lot of fun being his mom, and trying to keep up with him. He's super high energy and by bedtime each night, I am just totally wiped out. Love every minute, though.
On the news today, I saw that there was a bombing in Boston at the marathon finish line. People in this world are so twisted. I can't understand what type of hate you have to harbor in your heart to want to hurt people who have never wronged you. Prayers going out to those affected by the bombing.
I may sporadically update here and there, but it's hard to find motivation when my readership is like...three people.
February 13, 2013
Call me crazy...
No, go ahead, call me crazy. Because I just signed up for a 5k.
Am I a runner? Nope. Have I run at all since Rowan was born? Nope. I've never run a 5k...I doubt I can even run 1/3 of a mile without stopping at this point.
But I've always secretly (or not so secretly) wanted to be a runner. It has just always appealed to me. I love the idea of pushing myself, doing a half marathon at some point, etc etc. My father-in-law is a runner and seems to have so much fun with it. I've talked to him about running before, and he told me that if I decide to start with a 5k, he'd run it with me.
So, stupid me, went ahead and signed up for one on May 11th. What was I thinking?!? Realistically, I have time to train. But oh my goodness. I am probably going to look like a total idiot. I already have butterflies in my stomach thinking about the fact that I either get ready, or look like a noob on race day.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I am so dumb.
Am I a runner? Nope. Have I run at all since Rowan was born? Nope. I've never run a 5k...I doubt I can even run 1/3 of a mile without stopping at this point.
But I've always secretly (or not so secretly) wanted to be a runner. It has just always appealed to me. I love the idea of pushing myself, doing a half marathon at some point, etc etc. My father-in-law is a runner and seems to have so much fun with it. I've talked to him about running before, and he told me that if I decide to start with a 5k, he'd run it with me.
So, stupid me, went ahead and signed up for one on May 11th. What was I thinking?!? Realistically, I have time to train. But oh my goodness. I am probably going to look like a total idiot. I already have butterflies in my stomach thinking about the fact that I either get ready, or look like a noob on race day.
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh. I am so dumb.
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