Showing posts with label Joey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joey. Show all posts

Monday, May 10, 2010

Mother's Day Reflections



Yesterday was (technically) my 3rd Mother's Day as a mama, but in actuality, it was our 2nd mother's day celebration. My first Mother's Day was nothing to write home about. It was the day Daniel's father decided to 'officially' start his new life outside of ours. Needless to say, at 5 weeks postpardom being suddenly thrust into MY new life as a single mom didn't seem to be cause for a celebration. I can't remember exactly what we (meaning my infant son and I) did - I know there was a lot of napping, and some Little House on the Prairie reruns. I can't recall the exact emotions of that first Mother's Day (thank GOD!)- but I remember thinking how this holiday would forever be ruined for me. I'm glad to say, I was wrong.

Sometime during the winter following that, I decided I wasn't going to have my holiday ruined. Along with some help from my dearest friends, a decision was made to make new and happy memories. I was barely scraping by financially, trying to deal with the increased cost of living and a one income budget, but I saved up for months to have a Mother's Day (and his 1 year portraits) professionally done. Jenny and her mom officially adopted me for Mother's day and we had a great lunch together, with words of encouragement from Jenny's mom, Kathy. The weather was beautiful, and after lunch, Daniel and I went outside, played trucks in the grass, and took dozens of photos. It was an awesome day, and the professional photos the following week were icing on the cake.

As Mother's Day rolled around again this year, I looked forward to it, knowing that after a long week, with many commitments, I would have my baby bear all to myself. This year for Mother's Day, I requested my cousin Dave to come over and attack my "Honey-Do List". I actually call it the "the shit that will not get done until I borrow somebodies man" list, but you get the idea...install curtain rods, hang bookshelves, put together toys from Christmas (yikes!), dismantle changing table...It was awesome! I can see the floor in my sons closet again, and thanks to the darkening shades, my mornings are no longer starting with the 545 sunrise. My evening was complete when Jenny and Joey continued the tradition of making happy memories with me. At my request, we dined on Pei Wei (take out...eating in really isn't that fun with a 2 year old!) and I got the most darling cards from my son, complete with red crayon inscriptions. I also took a nap, with no feelings of guilt, just entitlement! I have yet to book this year's photos, but I'm looking forward to it!

As I write this, I have such vivid and beautiful memories of the past 2 years - I remember the outfits we wore to lunch last year, and the roses from the waitstaff at the restaurant. I remember the cold rain during our photo shoot last year, and the sound of his laughter when he walked barefoot through the wet mud. I will always remember this year's card with the puppy, and strawberry jelly fingerprints. Just as important as these happy memories is how quickly and completely the ones from '08 have faded into nothingness. So here's to our '2nd annual mother's day CELEBRATION' - cheers!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Long Night


My sweet baby, whom I always brag on for sleeping through the night, was a TERROR last night. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to go to the mall to meet my friends - Jenny and Joey, for dinner and spend some gift cards. Too bad the mall is an hour away. He had a blast at dinner - he's a very social baby and loves to make eye contact with strangers, then he will flash his million dollar smile until they stop to say how beautiful he is. By the time we got around to the shopping part - it was 8:00 p.m. - bambino bedtime. Oops. Things were fine, he was chillin' in his stroller, until I stopped to look at a pair of jeans. Then came full-on hysterical tears. We walk, he's happy, I stop he cries. So I roll on on out to the car. I'm talented, but not able to try on jeans while strolling. My little man fell asleep in the car before we got out of the parking lot. Sweet!

When we get home, he's suddenly ready for round two. We play on the couch a little, quietly...as I try to unwind him again. Once asleep, I put him up in his crib, turn on the monitor, and partake in one of my and cousin Davey's favorite pastimes - Drinking while watcing Intervention. The irony... Don't worry, I'm talking less than a glass of wine, not a six pack! Then I hear whining on the monitor, then yelling, then quiet, the cooing. He's up. Repeat about 10 times - and that takes us to 6 a.m. this morning when I bring the baby into my bed hoping for an hour of sleep. I got it.

And to all of you that shame me for letting him sleep in my bed for an hour - kiss my ass. A well-rested mommy is a happy mommy, and a happy mommy is a good parent.