Today is my 30th birthday. Everyone who knew it was approaching all said, "oh, how are you handling it? Are you depressed?" I just smiled and said, "No". I really am okay with it. Some people approach a milestone age and cry, fight, go through a crisis about it, you know, they DON'T want it to happen.
Whenever someone figures out how to stop the aging process, please let me know. You can't do anything about getting older (relatively speaking, of course. We all know about Botox and hair dye.) so why fight it?
Some friends and I went to a local winery to celebrate the occasion, and of course brought me some "Over the Hill" garb to wear throughout the day. I thought "Over the Hill" was when you turned 50? Haha. Yesterday was a beautiful day. Good thing, because I had been looking forward to this trip for months. Everything about yesterday was amazing. Lots of laughs with good friends from near and far. I did miss a few of you though!
My husband, Mr. King had been cooking up a plan for months to surprise me. I have never been surprised in my life. (Well, I take that back. There are many occasions where I have been surprised, but this was my first "birthday" surprise.) When we arrived back in town from the winery, we turned the corner and saw A LOT of cars parked outside. I knew the neighbors were having family over for her mother's birthday, but as I looked closer I noticed that I knew a lot of the cars and that this party was quite possibly for me!! Wow. It was so neat. He had cooked up a storm, gotten a yummy cake, even had a birthday banner made for me that said "Happy 29th...again." He really outdid himself.
I am going to embrace 30 and beyond. I have many wonderful experiences yet to be had, more children to bear, more life to live. And turning 30 is okay.
How did you/will you feel about turning three decades old?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Mason
Our son is the sweetest, most handsome, perfect baby that ever was born. He is very loving, has a sense of humor, is nice (most of the time) to our pets, sleeps 12 hours straight at night, puts himself to sleep, and eats just about anything you give him. He is the sweetest, most handsome, perfect baby.
Until he throws a fit.
I mean, some of the tantrums he has are like nothing I have ever seen. This kid can throw his head back so hard that if it hit you in the mouth you might need plastic surgery. He can arch his back and tighten his legs so stiffly that you feel like you might break a bone trying to "bend" him back into cooperation. He can scream so loud that someone may be tempted to call the police because "no baby 'just' screams like that".
Oh, but Mason does.
I can't wait until he gets older, to see what part of his personality these tantrums help to mold. Will it make him sensitive to others? Passionate about his beliefs? Self-motivated? Fiercely loyal? Secure in himself? I hope all of those things. Although sometimes I think I might need to commit myself while raising a toddler, it is also the best part of my life. Because 99.9% (okay, maybe 99.5%) of the time, Mason is the sweetest, most perfectly handsome baby boy.
And I love him with all of my heart and soul.
Until he throws a fit.
I mean, some of the tantrums he has are like nothing I have ever seen. This kid can throw his head back so hard that if it hit you in the mouth you might need plastic surgery. He can arch his back and tighten his legs so stiffly that you feel like you might break a bone trying to "bend" him back into cooperation. He can scream so loud that someone may be tempted to call the police because "no baby 'just' screams like that".
Oh, but Mason does.
I can't wait until he gets older, to see what part of his personality these tantrums help to mold. Will it make him sensitive to others? Passionate about his beliefs? Self-motivated? Fiercely loyal? Secure in himself? I hope all of those things. Although sometimes I think I might need to commit myself while raising a toddler, it is also the best part of my life. Because 99.9% (okay, maybe 99.5%) of the time, Mason is the sweetest, most perfectly handsome baby boy.
And I love him with all of my heart and soul.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Maiden Voyage
This is my first official post in the blogging world. I have been a blog reader for some time, but never a writer. Not even a commenter. But, I have quite a bit on my mind it seems, so I made the decision to dive into the world of blogdom. Who knew?
Right now I am watching "2012" with Mr. King (also affectionately known as my husband). It is a movie about the end of the world. Depressing right? Before we settled in to watch, I asked Mr. King to brief me (as he always does) as to the premise of the movie. He tells me, "What!? You haven't heard about 2012? The end of the Mayan Calendar?! The end of the world?" I replied that I hadn't, and was quickly given a rundown of what this movie entailed. Wow. I was depressed before it even started.
Being the paranoid person I am, a self admitting "glass half-empty" kind of gal, it got me thinking. What if this really is the last two years humankind will spend on this Earth? Wow. What a thought.
Right now I am watching "2012" with Mr. King (also affectionately known as my husband). It is a movie about the end of the world. Depressing right? Before we settled in to watch, I asked Mr. King to brief me (as he always does) as to the premise of the movie. He tells me, "What!? You haven't heard about 2012? The end of the Mayan Calendar?! The end of the world?" I replied that I hadn't, and was quickly given a rundown of what this movie entailed. Wow. I was depressed before it even started.
Being the paranoid person I am, a self admitting "glass half-empty" kind of gal, it got me thinking. What if this really is the last two years humankind will spend on this Earth? Wow. What a thought.
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