Okay Sleepynita, are you happy now?! Since you are working on a new blog template for me, I guess I should keep up some posts now and again so you don't feel like you are wasting your time. And now that you made me cry, no not for calling me a blogger slacker (which is entirely true and almost makes me cry) but for your post to LittleMan about when you brought him home from the hospital. It brought alive all the feelings in me about my little girl and her birth and how utterly shocking and wonderful all of that was. I too remember the day we brought her home, how the sky looked, that it was warm but there
was a comfortable breeze that made my sweat pants not too hot to be in which was good because they were the only pants that both fit me and I could pull low enough not to bother my incision. I remember exactly how she looked too small to be real in that carseat and feeling like I didn't want to leave that hospital room because maybe if I didn't she could stay this way forever. I remember talking to the discharge clerk at the desk where you pay your bills, and how proud I was to lift her up to the window and hear a stranger tell me she was beautiful, as if I didn't know she was the most beautiful baby ever born. I remember staring at her all the way home as I sat in the back seat with her and how she was the only thing ever that made dad drive like a normal person because when he drove like he normally does her little head would flop all over the place. It's funny to remember all of this and not remember what I ate for dinner for the six months after that. I guess that what kids do to us, they help us see what is important. So thanks Sleepynita, for making me really cry now while writing this. Thanks for making me feel like I MUST fit IKEA and Dollarama into my schedule this week, cause god knows it has been at least three weeks since I've been to either. Thanks for all of that, and really, thanks for thinking of me with the template. Your a better blogger than I can ever hope to be but can we call it even on the mom rating?
was a comfortable breeze that made my sweat pants not too hot to be in which was good because they were the only pants that both fit me and I could pull low enough not to bother my incision. I remember exactly how she looked too small to be real in that carseat and feeling like I didn't want to leave that hospital room because maybe if I didn't she could stay this way forever. I remember talking to the discharge clerk at the desk where you pay your bills, and how proud I was to lift her up to the window and hear a stranger tell me she was beautiful, as if I didn't know she was the most beautiful baby ever born. I remember staring at her all the way home as I sat in the back seat with her and how she was the only thing ever that made dad drive like a normal person because when he drove like he normally does her little head would flop all over the place. It's funny to remember all of this and not remember what I ate for dinner for the six months after that. I guess that what kids do to us, they help us see what is important. So thanks Sleepynita, for making me really cry now while writing this. Thanks for making me feel like I MUST fit IKEA and Dollarama into my schedule this week, cause god knows it has been at least three weeks since I've been to either. Thanks for all of that, and really, thanks for thinking of me with the template. Your a better blogger than I can ever hope to be but can we call it even on the mom rating? 
2 comments:
We can call it even on the mom thing IF you go make yourself an m and m (check it on my blog) and post it. It makes me laugh, because I am lame.
You know what having a kid made me do? Slow down and Mellow out. Yup thats it.
And admit it you KNOW you want a Pentopus.
PS. I am impressed you learned how to inbed a link in your text, there is hope for you yet!
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