Posts filed under ‘Thanksgiving’
Brad and I celebrated our 10th (TENTH!) wedding anniversary this weekend, a full month and a half early. Why? Because this was the weekend we could secure an overnight babysitter, that’s why.
Babies: Calling the shots around here since April 2009.
OMFG THE PLAY IS OVER.
(What the fuck is wrong with this dude’s hands?!)
So, this cute little bald chick I know turned one this weekend.
Back in August of 1995, after my parents hugged me goodbye in my steamy, non-air conditioned freshman dorm room at the University of Kentucky, I watched them walk down the hall to the elevator. As they went to turn the corner, my Mom suddenly burst into sobs. My Dad looked back at me and smiled, took my Mom by the shoulders and led her around the bend. I remember not really understanding why she was so upset.
I get it now.
(Apologies in advance for making you lose your shit at work.)
There is one phrase in the English language that was a cornerstone of my years as a theatre student; something that was repeated ad nauseam in acting classes, in the movement studio, and in countless late night rehearsals.
A few stats for you:
Sadie’s current weight: 18 lbs
Sadie’s current height: 28.5 inches
Sadie’s pediatrician, who was on Assface Probation after being kind of a prick on the phone: back to his normal, helpful, caring self. Probation lifted.
I have a journal that I’m keeping for Sadie, in which I try (TRY!) to regularly write about all the things I want to say to her that she can’t understand right now. It sounds touching, yes, but understand that my main motivation for keeping this journal is that I am morbidly terrified that I will get flattened by a city bus or contract a deadly flesh-eating virus before I have the chance to explain to her that OH MY GOD, when you were nine months old I wanted to dip you in buttercream and devour you whole.