AUTHOR: Marty, a.k.a. canape
TITLE: Bring on the Birthday
DATE: 1/04/2009 10:21:00 PM
The house is in that state of upheaval on its way to order. I hate that state. There is a Christmas tub in every room, waiting for me to finish putting away a million Santas and only half the trees I usually have up. Usually it's all packed up in a day with the only sign of Christmas being the poinsettias I try to keep alive as long as possible and the dishes I pass off as "Winter dishes" instead of "Christmas dishes."
It doesn't matter though. Little Bird has another cold, and I spent most of the day wiping his little nose, chasing him down to wipe his little nose, and trying like crazy to get him to nap. At all. Ever. Even just for a minute.
It should be coming, you know. That post that mommybloggers write about how they can't believe their baby is almost ONE. Where did the year go? What happened to my little baby? I am sure I will write it at some point in some form.
Honestly though? I'm relieved Little Bird is slipping out of babydom.
Babies are hard. And often not fun. They are needy and demanding. They are exhausting.
I am not a mother who loves babies. In general.
I don't get all fluttery when I see a newborn, and my ovaries don't ache when I hold a beautiful baby. I did love being pregnant, and I didn't even mind childbirth (although Kevin says I have just forgotten the hell that was 2 days of labor).
Thank God they grow up.
Christopher is fascinating to me. He always has been. I did have those days where I would stare at his tiny, wrinkly, squirming body with awe, wonder, and unfathomable love. But would I trade a day of watching my little man learn to reason and communicate for a day of mustard poop just so I could have some extra cuddles?
Not a chance.
Bring on the birthday. I'm looking forward to words, steps, and even the very real possibility of a strong will and firey temper. Both of which he most certainly got from his father. Because I am an angel.
And this time next year? When I've chased Christopher up and down the stairs 18 times and haven't finished a load of laundry (Go ahead and click. I love that post!) at one time in 4 months? I might reconsider.
But for now I'm really looking forward to being the mama of a toddler.
Labels: Baby Lust, Bird, On parenthood
DATE:Sunday, January 4, 2009 at 11:46:00 PM EST
Well, I wasn't sure until I got to the last line. Then I was.
Toddlers are AWESOME. Cherish the next year, babe -- it will be the ride of your life!
DATE:Monday, January 5, 2009 at 1:30:00 PM EST
It really is something to look forward to. What's great about a toddler? The annoyances are forgettable but the triumphs and lovable moments are oh so memorable.
He'll get there soon.
DATE:Monday, January 5, 2009 at 4:11:00 PM EST
I certainly echo your sentiment. I will say things have gotten way more fun and interesting recently. I know I will be exhausted but I can't wait!
But really, it does seem like yesterday they just got here, doesn't it?
DATE:Wednesday, January 7, 2009 at 8:24:00 PM EST
The day that Dean turned 1 was the day I remember really feeling like I was his mom and that life was just perfect.
DATE:Friday, January 9, 2009 at 12:20:00 PM EST
Oh boy are you going to have your hands full! Best of luck..