I’m someone’s mom. That’s still staggering to me. Two year olds are challenging and delightful and fun and hard all at once. They learn so much, so fast and each day brings new words and skills. My little girl loves books, cats, Lego, crackers, bananas, playing in the bath, singing, coloring, and playing outside. She “reads” to herself, plays with her stuffed animals, plays with her kitchen, claps and sings to music, and plays ball with her father and me.
I love two. One day, the switch flipped and my daughter became two. It was this amazing moment when she ceased to be a baby and started being an independent little person. She has low tone and was gross motor delayed — she didn’t walk until 20 months — and so some skills came slowly. Those things definitely slowed the transition but everything came together all of a sudden in a flash.
She goes from morning to night when she collapses into a puddle of sleep at night. She is becoming aware of her own body in a way that amazes me — I can ask her if she “has poopie in her diaper” and she’ll tell me yes or no. Usually she’s right. When I pick her up from daycare, she runs to me, screaming, “Moooommy!” and grinning.
No matter what amazing things have happened all day, that never fails to be the highlight of my day.
When we arrive home, she asks to nurse for 15 minutes or so. When she finishes on the left, she announces, “All done, other side?” and sits up. Then she nurses on the right and says, “All done!” and hops down from the Boppy pillow and runs off to play while I make dinner and her father takes care of household chores or plays with her.
She delights me every day. Her father and I are unceasingly amazed by her.
I’ve written all over the web since the early 2000s. I’ve had an online journal, a Diaryland site, a Diary-X site (anyone remember that scandal?), I installed the Journalling Script and a couple of other scripts, I’ve used WordPress and Moveable Type, and I’ve been a LiveJournaller.
I’m not new to this. And yet I feel exposed. I have not written on the web, really, for years. Not seriously since I got married in 2006. Not to do more than post a photograph of my daughter on LiveJournal when she was born.
Anyhow, I’ve decided I want to write again. I want to write for a lot of reasons. I want to write because I want to talk about the amazing changes that parenthood and marriage have wrought. I want to write because I want to be accountable somewhere as I try — yet again, but this time with feeling — to make some long term changes to my habits around diet and exercise.
Most of all, I want to write because I enjoy it.
So, here I am. Most of you probably know me. I’m 36. I’m a mom. I am married to the love of my life. I have a career that I love (but my lifelong job, which I also love, is being a mom). I have three cats. I am a homeowner. I love to cook. I love to read.