Dear Abigail – You are one. As in “One-Year-Old.” This calls for a drink. Or several. How do I even begin this letter? How do I even articulately discuss what the past 12 months have meant to me, to your Dad? I just spent the past hour re-reading all of the letters from the past…
Marriage in the First Year
In all of the things I have been reflecting on as this first year of Abigail’s life comes full-circle, my marriage with Scott is a big one. I think about the last few hours of labor with AG, looking at my husband who was beside himself with worry and concern and love for me and…
Enemy of the good
1) Not writing here because I don’t have the time I’d like to carve out something articulate/witty/meaningful. There is plenty worth noting, even in small handfuls, which is why I’m sitting down right now after lunch. 2) Derby was awesome, even if I did fall the most out of anyone in the class. To be…
Derby Time
Saturday starts my first Derby Lite class. It’s hard to articulate what this symbolizes for me lately. Maybe it’s this time of year, maybe it’s having spent the past three months stagnant in a boot, but ugh. Really, just ugh. My mojo from last year is all but gone. There it is. Gone. I plan…
In with the new
Yesterday AG and I hit a couple of stores to buy her some clothes. It had become glaringly obvious in the past two weeks that the nine-month onesies were no longer cutting it and there was a decided lack of actual outfits in her closet that fit her. Thanks to so many generous loved ones,…
Updates
Oh this poor neglected blog. The intentions I had for it have just not seen the light of day. I need to figure out how to carve out time for all of the stuff I want to do. Otherwise, oy. For now, the random updates: 1) The boot is off. This has been the biggest…
Month 11
Sweet AG – This letter is ridiculously late, mostly owing to me not having my act together, not because we’ve been out-of-the-ordinary busy this month. It’s amazing, though, how out of hand things can become despite having a pretty predictable schedule. The routine of our lives doesn’t alter much, but I suppose the energy we…
Comments on The Comments About Divorce
Sometimes I forget that I was ever separated and divorced. In all honestly, sometimes I forget I was ever married before. This makes sense. It’s the way things should be. I’ve been with Scott for almost six years now; much longer than I was ever with my first husband. Scott and I have a much…
Brains vs Boobs
The other day my girlfriend posted a link to my Facebook timeline, to this blog post: Rules for Parents of Daughters. So much of it I loved. Especially the parts such as, “Teach your daughter to be strong and confident in her abilities and not be afraid of failure.” I know of few people who…
Resolution Check In
So here we are, at the end (not technically, I know) of Week One of the year. Let’s see how I measured up this week with the ol’ resolutions: 1) Back to the early wake-ups. Done. That was not a hard one. And I like having the extra time to take a hot shower, get…
Still Booted
I have had a boot on my foot for nine weeks now. NINE. I have gained enough weight to need to go back into my still-too-big-but-more-forgiving-for-a-day’s-wear jeans. I stepped on the scale yesterday. Six pounds seems to be the magic number after all of that time not working out and holiday-ing. And, you know, whatever….
Years Are Short
Today my daughter took her first purposeful step. She’d taken one before, with the aid of a basket or her little walker, but today was the day where she took two bumbly, tumbly, glorious steps toward me. I’m a little ashamed to tell you I screamed and startled her a bit. Not scare her, mind…
Bring it, 2012
Despite spots of 2011 being the darkest I’ve known, it was, quite simply, the best year of my life. The cliches ring true: this was the year I became a mom and it has brought a richness to my life I’ve never known. I maintain, of course, that while Abigail has added a new dimension…
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.
