7 posts tagged “lovefest”
The phone rings. It’s Greg.
G: Hey. I’m on the bus. I caught the 4:30 and we’re just crossing Devonshire.
Me: That’s super! Hey, did you know that ♪ the wheels on the bus go round-and-round, ♪ round-and-round, ROUND-aaaand-rou…
G: Hey, I gotta go. *click*
Where? Where does he have to go? He’s ON THE BUS!!
A year ago today was Mother’s Day. I remember that I was so sad that day. I thought, “really now, we’ve done all the things we’ve needed to do to become parents and it’s been over a WEEK - so where is my baby, already?”
Verbatim, I thought that. (
Talk about self-indulgent. My today me would like to go back in time and pop the then-me right in the forehead. Seriously, I was such a dip. I had no idea that I just needed to be a little more patient and everything we’d done would pay off more than I could have ever imagined.
The then-me, the self-indulgent sulking-like-a-teenager me, just didn’t realize that if I could only wait another day - just ONE more day - everything would be Right. A lot more complicated, but so Good. So worth waiting just one more day.
Today is my sweet, quirky, silly, smart little turkey was born. I am grateful to the woman who gave birth to him so that he could be our son. I hope that she’s okay. But most of all, I’m thrilled that he’s my little boy. My fiery little Aidan.
Greg and I are so grateful and fortunate (those words don’t even convey the sentiment on a scale grand enough) to have this little blonde-haired, blue-eyed, squawking, balloon-loving, cat-molesting, kiss-giving, snuggly little boy in our family, as our son.
Happy Birthday Aidan! You’re an awesome boy. Mama loves you times infinity.
I could not be happier right now… My boy and I are sitting in the kitchen eating watermelon (sister is sleeping, shhh!) And Aidan is LOVING it. He is alternating between talking to and growling at his melon.
Awesome!
Yesterday I was so angsty with the kid stuff that I completely did not post what I wanted to post. My favorite Irish Blessing:
May those who love us, love us;
and those who don’t love us, may God turn their hearts;
and if He doesn’t turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we’ll know them by their limping.
Let the limping commence! Er, I mean LOVE. Yes, loooove.
My dearest darling Madison is exhausted. And when exhausted she is prone to wailing. Which is the new awesome and also makes me flipping insane.
You know what makes her stop?
Television.
Sidenote: Before I had children I swore that I would never let my children watch television before they turned five. Absolutely under no circumstances.
You know what I’ve learned since I’ve actually become a parent?
Flexibility is key.
(No, she’s not parked in front of it, she’s in the baby jail with her lovey and the tube is in beyond her view. But I’ll be HOT DOGGED if that thing isn’t a charm. God bless Philo Farnsworth, Time Warner, and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.)
Yesterday was a really great day. It did not go off nearly as planned - but hey, that’s life. That’s life and I can’t deny it… Okay, I’ll stop channeling Frank Sinatra now…
The weather was a little bit spagetti and meatballs with drizzle and cloud cover - so, we opted not to go to the zoo. Not to mention that the paperwork signing party took… over two hours. Our first social worker came in at 9a, and the last of them left around 1:20-ish. It… was a long morning.
But.
We are Aidan’s prospective adoptive parents of record with LA County, and that brings us one step closer to finalizing this whole adoption process. We are past any point of his birthmom being able to file an appeal - at this point, if she showed up (after over 9 months - HA!) she’d have no rights whatsoever. That is a supremely fantastic feeling.
We went out for Mexican food for lunch with the kids. Aidan, turns out? Not a fan of jalapeno peppers.
I KID.
(he loves them)
NO - REALLY - kidding!!
And then we came home and crashed on the couch and watched the Oprah I ti-fauxed (Jon & Kate - they give me hope while also making me feel entirely incompetent). We played on the floor, read books, and talked for the rest of the day.
And Greg got cheesecake.
So, really, not too shabby even if it wasn’t the most exciting. I had me and my baby and my babies and lots of birthday wishes from my family and friends.
So, I’m good. 36 was good to me.
I know there is a small handful of people who mean a whole lot to me who read this (did you get that? Did you? Good!)
This is my Valentime to you. XOXO. I love you guys.
P.S. Jennifer, can you believe that we’ve known each other for 26 years (right around this time…)?! That is just crazy and entirely awesome.
