A brief vignette this week for my perfect moment.
A few weeks ago, Baby Badger was crawling around on the carpet. Mr. Badger and I came from the other side of the room, crawling at him, as he squealed happily.
We stopped right in front of him, our hands out in front of us as we were on our hands and knees.
Smart little guy, he takes Mr. Badger’s hand, puts it on top of mine and rested his on top of his dad’s.
That, my friends, is perfection.
If you have my password from previous password protections on my site, it’ll still work on the post below this. If you want it, email me. I can’t guarantee you’ll get it, especially if I’m not quite sure who you are, it’s not personal though.
For all my new friends from ICLW, I rarely password protect, so don’t let that throw you.
You’d think that considering that Mel is one of my dearest friends, that I’d have done IComLeavWe before. Nope, it’s my first time. I always seemed to have too much going on, or was lazy, or who knows what my excuse was. Now though, I am diving in, head first. With 138 participants as of this morning, I’m not planning on being an Iron Commenter, but I’m going to see how many new folks I can visit. If you’re coming here for the first time, here are the quick and dirty facts about me:
Since then, we’ve had nothing but smooth waters. He’s a crazy advanced guy who is the most mild mannered baby you could meet. Though all of the events leading up to the birth of our son were exhausting and excruciatingly slow, I can say on this side of the fence that it was all worth it. On one hand, if I knew then what I know now, we’d have chosen adoption far sooner. On the other, had we not gone through what we did, we would not have become joined with our son. As fast as they tell you that babyhood goes, it goes faster than that.
Other than that, I also blog about me and Mr. Badger and random shit.
There’s more, and I’ll try to add in links to posts later, but for now, that’s the quick and dirty! Let the commenting begin!
Are you registered for Blogger Bingo yet? If not, you most definitely are missing out.
Mel, the queen of ideas big and small, has concocted this marvelous way to read new blogs, add new friends, and maybe even learn a thing or two. She explains this stuff way better than I could, so click on over to sign up. Basically, each square is a topic, and she’ll announce a topic each day. You’ll need to find a post from a blogger that you haven’t already used to fill that box.
If you win? You’ll get a $20 gift card to Barnes and Noble (where you can buy her book if you haven’t already, shame on you!). If you don’t? Hot damn, look at all the new readers you’ll have!
She’s too cool for school, that Melissa, I tell ya.
This was meant to be my part II of S&T a few weeks ago, but I didn’t get around to putting this up. Though I didn’t get to go to BlogHer this year, I was lucky enough to have a mole on the inside grabbing me swag for the little guy. We haven’t gotten V a lot of toys. I mean, he likes the ones we have, and really, loves the things that aren’t labeled as toys just as much as true marketed items. He’s a baby. He doesn’t know the difference between a coaster and a teething toy.
Enter “Rosita” and “Ricardo” as dubbed by Mr. Badger, the little bug/butterflylike cars. Mel opened up her bag of fun and we clipped off the tags to see what V would do with the Playskool Busy Little Garden Pal. At the time he was scooting forward but not yet full on crawling as he is now. He was very good at pushing things just out of reach and then scooting up to get them. So for show and tell, look at his joy of having something big enough to grab and push and play! Ah, the bliss of babyhood.
That peach wine that we had last night, it was definitely good. I probably had about 10 people hit unsubscribe after my rant last night, though I really didn’t mean to offend. Those of you who know me know where I’m coming from. Like I’ve said before. I’m not blogging for the bright and shiny of it all, I’m simply chronicling my experience in the ALI world.
Last night, me and the girls talked about this – how we’ll never forget how we got to this amazing place of parenthood. We saw a little girl at the pool yesterday who simultaneously annoyed us and broke our hearts. She was 6 years old and was totally enamored of the little guys. As her young mom sunned with her girlfriends, she stuck to us like glue. She wanted to hold the babies, feed the babies, love the babies. She was clearly seeking that which she wasn’t receiving herself. We could almost see her path right in front of her, where the cycle of motherhood far too young could continue. It was astounding to us that a parent could just ignore their children to the degree that this girl was. JJ even said it best, “Even on our worst days with our kids, it’s more wonderful than the best days without them.” Sure, our kids can wear us down and frustrate, but damn straight it’s the most amazing time of our lives.
It’s the circle of blogging sometimes – we follow and we fall out of touch. Sometimes we are lucky enough to meet people who truly touch our hearts and become friends, confidants, and part of our closest circle. This week I got to spend time with two women who have been blogging right along side of me for ages now. They were even more amazing then their fantastic blogs would lead you to believe, and exactly the type of parents I hope to be with the baby badger. Laid back, no fuss, and love wine. I’m thankful that I get to see them again with Mel in a few weeks, but I will have to make sure to keep these ladies in my family’s life.
Plus, JJ’s husband Mook washed my car while we were out of town. How awesome is he? Almost as awesome as Mr. Badger.
I just finished reading “The Time Traveler’s Wife”, which I really enjoyed. When I was in Florida a few months ago, I picked up a book off of my friend’s shelf and after getting bored for the first few pages, I placed it back her shelf. As I vacation*with Somewhat Ordinary and JJ, we obviously discussed other blogs. There were some that each of us read that others had never hear of. There were other blogs that we adore, and spent hours gushing over. Finally, there were the others. Those that at one point we had all read, but for one reason or another, stopped reading. In some cases, we couldn’t sympathize or empathize with them any longer. In others, their writing style wasn’t our cup of tea. Finally, there were those that some of us had completely stopped following because we just didn’t like what the author had to say.
It got me to thinking. If you don’t like a blog, or a blogger, why do you continue to read them? Is it because you are in the habit of reading and so just continue on the path? Perhaps you do it in hopes that they’ll become a head-shaving Britney Spears-esque trainwreck, almost praying they screw up or self-implode. Maybe (dare I say) you do it because on some level you can’t find the words to have a real conversation with that person – because they scare you. They scare you because they speak about things you wish you had, things you have lost touch with or lost sight of.
I know that I have lost a few readers since V came into our lives. I don’t blame those folks at all, hell, I’ve unsubscribed or just skipped my reader posts from those folks myself. When I was waiting, reading about the sucesses of others was too much sometimes. But I do have lots of readers, and lots of very dear friends that I’ve met as a result of this blog. My thought? Read what you love. If you don’t, unsubscribe and move on with your life. Put the book back on the shelf, because that book wasn’t written for you, and that’s okay.
*is it really a vacation if there is no one else there watching the babies? Hrm.
I’ll post the same pictures up on my family blog, but for my faithful friends (and you lurkers too, hi there, I see ya!), I want to document the awesomeness that is schlubfest09. What is this momentous get together, you ask? Why only the coolest of the cool have descended upon a remote lake in North Carolina to chill the fuck out for a few days. Me, JJ from Reproductive Jeans, and Somewhat Ordinary (who gets here tomorrow) are living it up by dressing down. The rule is, no buttons or zippers! We kid, we kid.
Last year JJ and I tried to get to OBX together with Mr. Badger and Mook, but we couldn’t get our schedules in sync. This year, JJ and I could find times that worked, but the menfolk had that pesky work stuff to do. So we decided to get away with our boys for a bit. If you haven’t followed one of us, O-Man is a mere 6 days younger than V. Somewhat Ordinary and her son are joining in the fun shortly, and plenty of wine will be consumed.
Today took us to far reaching vistas as “The World’s Biggest Chair” (you can figure out which one we passed) and the Sonic where Kellie Pickler got her start. I had a watermelon milkshake from Cookout. It sounds nasty, but hot damn was it good. We got our “y’all” on at the white-trash Wal*mart, and cleaned out the fridge and pantry of doom. Not kidding, there were items in the FRIDGE from 2003. It was awesome throwing out other people’s stuff, we had a blast.
Then I made lasagna for dinner and started the blueberry pie crust for tomorrow. Tons more to say, but we have drinking to do. In the meantime, here are some pictures from today:
