We have reached the end of Lane's first year. She is not a big girl yet, but she's not the tiny baby that slept on my tummy in the hospital (no plastic box for her) and looked up at me with those big blue eyes that seemed so old for such a little person. She can do so much and 'say' so much now, the time has gone by too fast. I am not sure if we will have more children or not, but I know that I will miss this baby phase, even with it's meltdowns and uncertainties. We are in a gray area right now - toddler feelings but not quite walking, peaks of happiness with troughs of arm flapping frustrations, stair climbing but timidness going down. It's the beginning of year two, and I'm ready, or at least I have to be.
In the time since I mentioned my interview for the County job, I interviewed. Then I went back to work for the week, pretty sure that I was the long shot, but grateful for the face time with the people that interviewed me. It was a long week of motherhood and business and dogs peeing on the floor and not getting caught up and check chasing - and then I found out - I got the job! I was and am still shocked. I feel major pressure to do a great job, and had my first meeting with the project manager yesterday. I LOVE working for municipalities and the quick and to-the-point meeting yesterday reinforced why. They just want good work, fair billing and an on-time delivery - which I can offer! I am so excited to get started. It's the end of my first year in business, and I get the feeling this is just the beginning.
We celebrated our wedding anniversary - it was year eight, marking eleven years together. Our tenth anniversary we went to Beaufort for the afternoon, I was so pregnant....so unsure of what the next year would hold. At night my mind would race - thinking about Dave, the dogs, my freedom....and all the other things that were about to change - and then two days later we dove head first into parenthood. This year we went for a movie and food kind of anniversary - little one was with her sitter at home - and it was just the two of us, but it really wasn't. She's there now, our most important little project, whether she is with us or not. Parenting has been our biggest adventure yet, and we haven't even crested the wave. I love this man I married and seeing him change into a Daddy makes me love him more.
As we end our big month I am a little sad, a little relieved, a little sappy, a little excited and very happy. Life is good.
#2. Hugs. You aren't generous with them, but you do give them...especially to Daddy...before he leaves for work or before you go to sleep. I get them occasionally too...love.
#1. Mamama. You said it on my birthday for the first time and you babble it to me as you crawl for me. Don't know why this makes me feel so special, but it does.
We celebrated our wedding anniversary - it was year eight, marking eleven years together. Our tenth anniversary we went to Beaufort for the afternoon, I was so pregnant....so unsure of what the next year would hold. At night my mind would race - thinking about Dave, the dogs, my freedom....and all the other things that were about to change - and then two days later we dove head first into parenthood. This year we went for a movie and food kind of anniversary - little one was with her sitter at home - and it was just the two of us, but it really wasn't. She's there now, our most important little project, whether she is with us or not. Parenting has been our biggest adventure yet, and we haven't even crested the wave. I love this man I married and seeing him change into a Daddy makes me love him more.
As we end our big month I am a little sad, a little relieved, a little sappy, a little excited and very happy. Life is good.
#2. Hugs. You aren't generous with them, but you do give them...especially to Daddy...before he leaves for work or before you go to sleep. I get them occasionally too...love.
#1. Mamama. You said it on my birthday for the first time and you babble it to me as you crawl for me. Don't know why this makes me feel so special, but it does.
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