Monthly Archives: July 2014

Mighty had her resting bitch face on most of her birthday. Poor thing felt terrible. I heard her tummy gurgling and she was stinky, and whiny, but if she was outside? Totally content. I’m not sure if she smiled even once while we sang her happy birthday. I have to assume it’s because of the harsh antibiotics, otherwise; her fever is gone and she’s eating better. She was so clingy today I thought she was trying to get back inside my belly. She made preparing food more like an obstacle course… hanging onto my leg for dear life while I was moving from the stove to the cutting board to the sink. I’m definitely not complaining about it. I’ll take all the snuggles I can get while she’s offering. As I know one day she will be done with me.

Mighty could not care less about the celebration going on around her. We didn’t have a birthday party due to a series of unfortunate events leading up to her glorious day and I’m glad we didn’t because SHE COULD NOT CARE LESS. I have yet to actually have a birthday party for one of my children’s first birthdays. We celebrate, of course, with our family, but a full on party with invites, gifts, themes and color schemes, hell no. The child doesn’t remember nor appreciate the hard work that goes into his/her party and I’m not crafty or rich. It’s that simple. The only consistency on Famous, Slim, and Mighty’s first birthdays was the silly blue crown that they each wore while sitting in their highchairs, listening to their birthday songs. I like having a little tradition in my keepsakes, although Mighty was unimpressed.

 Is that a smile I see?

Nope.

Not even a hint of a smile. The look on her face screams… “What the f*ck are you staring at?” She did LOVE her watermelon and coconut cream “birthday cake” though, which makes me happy because her sensitive tummy has never handled dairy well (through breastmilk) so I had to come up with something edible and treat-like and messy for her to destroy without it destroying her. Total success.

The closest thing to a smile from the birthday girl happened when she was outside. Maybe I perceived a smile… through her eyes…

Regardless of how the day went, it went. She’s one. year. old. And I’m super sad about her getting older. Babies aren’t babies long enough, in my opinion. And each milestone she passes is just another reminder of that fact.  Hopefully she’ll be back to her glowing self soon.

I’m glad it’s today and not one year ago today because one year ago today I felt like my vagina was falling off. For reals. I’m glad we are here cuddling in my big, comfy bed and not watching you get poked and handled at every inconvenient time possible while lying in a horrendous hospital bed. I can’t believe how quickly this year zoomed by and I know it’s such a cliché statement but it did. And I didn’t feel like that with Famous or Slim. What was a year, seemed like a year with the boys. Maybe it has something to do with life being a tad bit busier than those days. Just a smidge crazier. I dunno. It’s possible. I’m also glad you’re feeling a bit better from your very traumatic and very first ailment. You have been through a catheter-double-injection-yuckyantibiotic-hell and you are finally on the mend. Quite the beast you are, girl. I shouldn’t be surprised considering your brother is The Hulk. Thank you for being such a little lover. You’re so cuddly and smiley and lovey with me and your Daddy and brothers. It’s exactly what I need. I hope you continue to be adventurous like your brothers and I bet you can’t wait to join their clown posse. All the magical pretending you get to take part in. I hope they continue to protect you and your innocence as they do now. No need to grow up quickly. Thank you for melting your Daddy into putty on a daily basis.

All you have to do is batt those beautiful eyelashes his way and he’s toast. I’ve never seen him so attentive and present. I love it. You are such a blessing and you are loved so much. You are worth every grueling minute of labor. But don’t think I’m not saving the video proof forever in case I need to guilt you into something important later in your life, little lady. God, I’m scared for your future. Idiots are breeding idiots and you’re bound to have to deal with LOTS of them and I hate knowing that. I hope you strive to be a kind, strong, smart(god-forbid), conscientious, well-intentioned person to offset that other large, inevitable group of idiots that will accompany you in your future endeavors.

Please do not care that you are beautiful. Appreciate it, but don’t rely on it. You had no control over it. It’s sheer luck of the (DNA) draw, Lovey. Learn as many skills as you can. Those are worth your time and energy.

I’ve noticed your leg rolls are slowly diminishing and you’re on the verge of running. I’m sad that you are growing. Why can’t you stay a baby for a little longer? I need more time to kiss your leg rolls and elbow dimples. I love your gap between your front teeth and I know as more teeth come in that may close. I’m sad. Please stay little. I love cuddling with you. I can’t believe you are one year old. I can’t believe how amazing you are. I love you, Mighty. Happy birthday.