Goodness, now it’s October?! I’m guessing one of these months you’ll get tired of these, “Wow, time really flies–here’s a brief update!” posts. But here we are. Another month has come and gone.
Babykins turned 3 years old last month. She loved her birthday party, especially the lovely cake a member made for her. Sweet Pea is now 10 months old. She is pulling herself up on things, starting to cruise next to furniture, and has made it her life’s mission to eat the cats’ food every time I turn my back. Oh, and our cats also turned 4. I made cupcakes for their birthday (actually, I just wanted cupcakes but pretended they were the reason).
In other news, you might be wondering if this blog is more or less defunct. Not officially. I keep thinking that I’ll get my act together and put together some awesome posts with hilarious illustrations, but it just isn’t happening. Most of the reason is that the biggest chunk of free time I get during they day is after the girls are in bed. Sadly, I’ve never been a night owl and my brain just doesn’t have the same creativity that it would have at 6 a.m. Both girls are typically up around 6:15 a.m. There goes creative work time. I suppose I could always get up at 4 a.m., but Sweet Pea would have to start sleeping through the night. . . or at least stop waking up every 2-3 hours throughout the night. But it’s not entirely due to the girls’ poorly timed wakeups that I’m not posting–I also have a tendency to waste time on Facebook during nap/quiet time.
At any rate, this rambling post was to give you a quick update as well as prove that evening writing isn’t my strong suit.
My husband’s birthday was last week. In order
to kill time add to the festivities, I thought it would be fun if Babykins and I made a birthday banner. So I hauled out a long piece of banner paper, dumped out some crayons, and went to work.
I outlined the words “Happy Birthday, Daddy!” (inspired, I know) and told Babykins that we were going to color the paper. She colored for about 30 seconds and then proceeded to gleefully roll around on the paper. Then one of our cats joined her. The toddler and the cat, both enjoying a giant sheet of paper in the same unhelpful way.
I never did finish that banner.
“The first baby’s first birthday party is not a party for your baby; it’s a party for you. Sure, the baby will someday appreciate that photo of them in front of the cake with the ‘1’ candle and the photo of them taking their first bite of cake, but when a baby turns twelve months old, they really have no idea that they are even at a party, or that the party is actually for them, because their entire life seems like a party. A party for them. . .You are the one that needs the party. The baby obviously has no friends yet, so the guest list is all your friends you haven’t seen for a year. And since your friends are the guests, they will obviously need good food, good drinks, and music, and suddenly you have the recipe for a raging bash and you take the pictures of your baby in front of the cake, put them to bed, and carry on like, well, like you don’t have a baby.”
-Jim Gaffigan, Dad is Fat (163-164).
Babykins turns 1 year old today, so we’re celebrating keeping her alive by having some of our family over tomorrow. Admittedly, I dropped the ball on this guise of having a party for her while it’s really for my husband and me by not buying the “1” candle. Oops! Don’t worry, I’ll still bake a cake.
Most of my life I have been mistaken for being younger than I actually am. I’ve been told that I will appreciate this as I age, but it can still be awkward explaining that I’m actually an adult who lives with my husband (especially when I’m 8 months pregnant–true story).
When I found out I was pregnant with Babykins, a new concern arose. What if I starting looking older than my age? After all, motherhood can be hard on a woman’s body. Pregnancy and prolonged sleep deprivation can wreak havoc on your youthful vigor.
However, I now know the issue of age and motherhood isn’t whether I look younger or older. It’s actually the fact that I’m too tired and distracted to remember my age.
Most of my life, my age has been underestimated. Growing up, my sister and I were often mistaken for twins (I’m two years older than she is). I once confused one of my co-workers in college by telling her I was going to be a senior. I meant a senior in college, she thought I meant a senior in high school. Last year I was often mistaken for my employers’ daughter instead of their nanny. Likewise, an older lady tried to charge me a children’s admission to a corn maze two autumns ago. You had to be 12 or younger to get the children’s admission–I was 23.
I have found there is a correlation between how old a person is and how young they guess I am. I was bored enough today to draw you a graph:For the most part, people in their 20’s, 30’s, or 40’s will generally place me at least in my lower 20’s. However, as we start looking at people in their 50’s, my estimated age starts dropping. Ask people in their 60’s or older and suddenly I’m a young teenager again. I’m not exaggerating–when my husband and I went to visit one of our support congregations, several older women told me that they thought I was 13.
My parents always tell me that someday I’ll appreciate looking younger than my age but it can still be frustrating now to have people assume I am a child when I graduated from college and got married almost 3 years ago. Due to this frustration, I have started devising ways of making myself look older.
1. Wear fancier clothing.
The problem with this plan is that either I’m a) running around after children or b) lounging around my house. Neither option is a big motivator to try to wear nice things. Either way, I’m prone to ruin the clothes.
2. Grow a beard.
Having a beard helps my husband look older. When I suggested this plan to him, he just told me that it probably wouldn’t have the effect I intended.
3. Wear clothing that announces my age.
When I was growing up, my mom would make my siblings and me a shirt every year that said “I am [insert age].” However, something tells me that wearing a shirt announcing that I am 5 isn’t the same as wearing shirt that announces I am 25.
4. Steal someone’s baby because babies always make you look older.
Haha, just kidding about the stealing part–I know enough people with babies that I’m sure someone would let me borrow their child (well, maybe they won’t after seeing this picture. . .).
5. Dye my hair gray.
Just to really confuse people.
Do you look young for your age? What do you do try to make yourself look older?
Since my husband was out of town this weekend, I decided to make the 7 hour trek south to visit my parents. This was my first time returning home without my husband since we got married. Consequently, I slept in my twin bed that I used in college. The bed was placed in the same room (in fact, the exact same spot) I slept in from ages 5-11.
Returning to the place where I spent my childhood can lead to nostalgia. Returning to my old college bed can bring back the memories of a motivated young woman who was going to change the world. Add in the fact that I will turn 25 in a little over a month, and I had the perfect conditions to start having a mid-20s life crisis that apparently happens when you turn a quarter century old.
Many questions could have floated through my mind this past weekend. What have I achieved in 25 years? What do I want to do with the rest of my life? Do I want a career? How does the fact that I am married work with these plans? Am I living up to my potential? Do I even have potential? Big questions to settle in a weekend. Instead, I focused on the one I felt the most: How on earth did I manage to sleep on such an uncomfortable mattress for 3 years in college?!
|Okay, the mattress only cost $75 brand-new, so you can’t expect much quality. Still,
the thing is like sleeping on cement with pebbles scattered all over it. I must have been
insane in college.
Two years ago I wrote my first post. Admittedly, it was an odd post to start a blog. There was no explanation of who I was or why I was writing, just my thoughts of being so very, very tired of teaching devotions.
Anyway, I could talk about how much has changed and how much has stayed the same in the last two years, but that would be boring. I drew a picture instead.
My husband’s birthday is in a couple of weeks, so I was thinking about what we could do to celebrate. Unfortunately, the youth group’s Sweetheart Dinner is on the same day as his birthday, so he has to spend the afternoon setting up and the evening attending the event. No going out to eat that day.
I then had a brilliant idea–I would make my husband breakfast in bed! We went to a B & B for our honeymoon and he talked for months about how great it was to have a hot breakfast delivered to our door. He would be so excited if I made him a nice breakfast (for once) and brought it up to him. Even better, his birthday is on a Saturday, a day of rest and relaxation.
I started to think about what I would make for his breakfast when suddenly I remembered a really important fact about my husband’s work schedule: he works on Saturday mornings. Not only does he work, he attends the men’s Bible study. The men’s Bible study that starts at 7:00 a.m. He gets up at 6:15 to go to the men’s Bible study.
Screw that, I’m not getting up that early to make him breakfast.*
*Don’t worry about my lack of motivation to make him breakfast on his birthday–he gets a good meal at the Bible study.
Now that I’m 24, I told my mom that I hoped that I wouldn’t get mistaken for a teenager anymore. She told me that I probably would. *Sigh* I suppose there’s always next year.