Well, it's been a good 3 years. To all 10 of you who read this blog, I wanted to let you know that I've decided to revamp and start fresh in a new format. Check me out, and follow me at www.momlifebluewife.com!!
At Mom Life Blue Wife, I'll be posting more often and posting on a larger variety of topics including motherhood, thoughts on being a LEOW, recipes, favorite products, etc.
Oh, and I'm still sure I'll have plenty of funny anecdotes that include JD....
Friday, July 5, 2013
My 30th birthday passed without much fanfare. JD was working that weekend, so I just relaxed at home with the baby. I’m not one to ask for a big celebration in my honor, but I was a little bummed that I hadn’t planned something fun since it was a milestone birthday. I’ve been so focused on life as a new mom, that my birthday kind of snuck up on me. It wasn’t until the day had arrived that I realized I wanted to celebrate in a big way… and felt it was too late. Little did I know JD had been working on something for over a month.
I left work Friday, and made my way down to the parking garage. I’d driven JD’s car that day, his beloved Charger. I did a double take when I saw the car. There was something red on the hood. I immediately went into a panic, thinking someone had vandalized it. In JD’s world, it goes 1. Our daughter 2. His motorcycle 3. His Charger 4. Me (maybe- it’s a close call between me and the iPad), so any damage to his precious car is detrimental. As I got closer, I realized the red was actually rose petals. A smile crossed my face. There were a dozen roses on the front seat of the car, and a card confirming that they were from JD (and not some creepy stalker). Inside the card was a note telling me that he’d scheduled a massage for me in a half hour, and that my “next set of instructions would be at home.”
I was elated, not only had I been desperate for a massage that week, but I knew there would be more after the massage. I love my hubby, but he’s not exactly a planner, so I had no idea he had that kind of foresight. Plus, I work a half hour away from our house, meaning he had to load the baby in the car and drive an hour out of his way to deliver the roses and card. I smiled the entire way to my massage, anxious to find out what was planned for me after.
After an absolutely fabulous massage, I went home to find no husband and no baby, but a note on the front door telling me to “hurry upstairs!” I went into the kitchen to quickly put my roses in water and paused, noticing that the house was suspiciously clean. Like, Jenny-style, meticulously clean. I was, once again, impressed. JD and I have different standards of cleanliness, so if I can come home and say “Wow, this house is spotless,” he must have done a super thorough job.
When I got upstairs, there was a new dress laid out on the bed (actually, 2 dresses so I could pick which size fit better), along with a necklace and pair of shoes he’d pulled out of my closet to complete the outfit. It was starting to feel a little surreal. This is the man who wears navy and black together and thinks his Loch Ness monster t-shirt is appropriate for date night, and he’d gone shopping for me, picked out a really cute dress, and picked appropriately matching shoes and necklace… what? Lying next to the dress was another note with an address and time to meet him.
When I arrived at the restaurant (Cheesecake Factory, yum!), about a dozen of my friends were there, plus my sister who’d driven up from Atlanta. JD had dressed up and put Loralai in a cute dress. Sangria + yummy dinner + cheesecake + fabulous new dress + some of my favorite people = the ultimate way to celebrate my 30th.
My only regret is that we didn’t take any pictures! I snapped a few quick ones with my phone of the setups he left for me, but we didn’t think to take ANY pictures at dinner, which is a huge let down!
Later, when I was filling a friend in on the details (lives out of state, so couldn’t be there), she told me that it “sounded like something out of a romantic movie.” It was so true, and I can’t get over all the little details JD thought of. It’s refreshing to be surprised by your spouse once in a while. Guess he’s more romantic than I gave him credit for… Loch Ness Monster shirt and all.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Wow, where has the time gone? Hard to believe that Loralai is already 3 months... I have failed to post new pictures in quite a while.
She is still the sweetest and happiest baby. She even took a plane ride with daddy up to Michigan to meet the rest of his family last week. I was nervous for JD traveling with her alone, but she did great- not a peep out of her on any of the flights!
She is starting to grab and hold smaller toys and LOVES reaching for her favorite butterfly when she's lying on her play mat. This past weekend, JD and I bought a Bumbo for her because she's been wanting to sit up more- she loves that too!
Here are a few pictures I took from when she turned 2 months.
Happy baby after a good night's sleep
Dressed up for tea with Great Grandma.
Little peanut passed out in the hammock.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
I’m getting really sick of the moms who use their birth stories for martyrdom. When you spend time with moms, especially new moms, everyone likes to swap birth stories. You feel as though you’ve entered a sisterhood, and so you gravitate towards each other and the commonality of what you’ve experienced. What really irks me is when people start to throw the details of their own birth stories into other moms’ faces.
Some moms labored for days, some moms did it without any pain meds, some moms had emergency C-sections, and some moms did it unconventionally in the water and/or at home. Many of these moms want the world to know that no one- NO ONE- suffered or sacrificed like they did.
Hey- every birth is dramatic in its own way. Hell, it’s childbirth, and no matter how it’s done, it’s pretty traumatic on your body. Would I have wanted to labor for days? Of course not. But, in the midst of my labor, as everything was progressing so quickly and I barely had time to stop and comprehend what was going on, it was pretty scary. My point is that every labor is different, and no individual labor is better or worse than another. I have a ton of respect for my friends who had to be induced, had long labors, and/or had to have C-sections, just as they have respect for me that I did it without any pain meds (I didn’t have the choice, but still, I did it).
Instead of trying to one-up each other, we should be coming together and celebrating the miracle of childbirth, the strength is takes, and bask in the beauty of what our bodies were able to accomplish. What us moms should NOT be doing is competing for birth story of the year.
Because I would win.
Totally kidding :)
Friday, April 26, 2013
When you pick the person you’re going to spend your life with, you’re not just picking the person who will be your partner and best friend through the ups and downs, you’re picking the person who’s going to parent and help raise your children. You don’t always think about that when you’re first settling down. For the first 6 years of our relationship, it was all about JD and I, and I think we were able to work out all the kinks and build a strong partnership. I was afraid of what a new person would do to our dynamic, but now that I’ve seen him as a father, I don’t think I have ever loved him more than I have in the past few months.
From waking up with me for feedings in the middle of the night, keeping me calm and wiping my tears when I was sore, tired, and frustrated, and changing almost every diaper, JD was my rock while the baby and I were still stumbling through the first few days of nursing. But more than just being my partner and support system, I now get to see JD as a father, which is more amazing than I could have imagined.
When we first found out the gender, JD was a little nervous about having a girl. A former Marine turned police officer who likes to cage fight in his spare time, JD is the definition of a man’s man. During the second half of the pregnancy, he started to get used to the idea and was more and more excited to have a girl (of course, knowing you have an entire squad of police officers who will help ensure she never goes on a date… ever… helps). I heard the emotion in his voice when she finally entered the world and he announced, “She’s here!” and he’s been absolutely smitten since.
He’s a hands-on dad. To hear him try to soothe her when she’s fussy during a bath or a diaper change, see how snugly she fits in his big arms, or watch her gaze up at him while he gives her a bottle melts my heart. Once he went back to work, he was always anxious to return home and cuddle up with her at the end of the day. Now that the roles are reversed and I’m back at work, he’s fallen into the role of “Mr. Mom” quite nicely. He sends me pictures during the day of tummy time outside on a blanket, play time on her playmat, or long walks in the stroller. Last night, when I arrived home from work, she was sleeping soundly against his chest in the Baby Bjorn while he cooked dinner. (Side note: If he could stay at home forever, I would totally let him. I love having a stay at home husband). I have always loved him, but now I love him in a deeper, more profound way. He is not just my best friend, but he is the most important man in our daughter’s life and he is the father I wanted for her- the father she deserves.
Well, they both are.