Thursday, January 24, 2013
The Facebook
I saw a headline yesterday about Facebook that intrigued me (yes, I'm a dork. Thank you). Maybe you saw it too, I dunno. It was the results of a study that determined that people, more often than not, feel bad about themselves and their lives after visiting Facebook. I was a little surprised at first, but then when I thought about it I figured that could be about right. I can see where scrolling through various friends' engagement/wedding/baby/new house/new car/vacation/dramatic weight loss photos could be like a tour through your life's failures if you haven't reached those milestones.
As for myself, the ole Facebook has been very very kind. In the past few years I've been blessed to get to know Elvis' extended family via Facebook; I've been able to keep in touch with friends and family as they travel the world; I've kept tabs on engagements, weddings, pregnancies, and babies; Yesterday I reconnected with my best friend from high school. We had some stupid falling out and hadn't spoken in almost a decade (!!!) until Facebook put us right back in each other's paths.
So I guess the lessons I got from all this are as follows:
1. If your friends' successes in life make you feel bad about yourself, get your own life together and make a change. It's up to you, and nobody else.
2. If your friends' Facebooking makes you feel bad about yourself, just be a grown-up and get off of Facebook. You don't HAVE to be there.
3. Be happy with the blessings, experiences, and relationships you DO have in your life.
Facebook Envy
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Talkin' It Out
I had my very first conversation with Henry last night. We were playing catch when suddenly he started babbling pretty seriously. He looked so earnest, but I just didn't know what he wanted so I told him "Sweetheart, use your words. Say a word." And he looked right at me and said "Potty." I asked him if he had to go, and he nodded his little noggin with no small measure of exasperation, and then waddled off to the bathroom where he did his business and washed his hands.
That. Was. Awesome.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Back to the Grind
Wow, I can't believe it's almost halfway through January already! It sure seems like the end of 2012 flew by, huh? I hope you had a wonderful holiday season, full of friends & family, good food, and a little bit of extra sleep!
All three of us were sick for much of Christmas break, so that was kind of a bummer. Henry came down with a little cold, and then Elvis and I took turns having the flu. He had it for Christmas Eve, when we celebrated with his parents, and then I got it Christmas morning, when my family came to celebrate. Good timing, no? Well, at least we got to spend our sickness surrounded by the people we love most, so that's something. And despite being sick as a dog, I think we all had a great Christmas. We (Elvis) cooked some delicious meals, everyone enjoyed their gifts, and Henry was so sweet. He could tell we weren't feeling well, and every so often he'd stop playing to come over and give one of us a kiss. Such a little angel.
New Year's Eve was a different story. My dad was out at the family ranch hunting, so my mom offered to babysit so that Elvis and I could do something fun. Last year we went to a baby-friendly party with some of our new-parent friends, and that was awesome, but it sounded great to be able to have some alone time. That's getting rarer and rarer. We went out for a nice dinner (thanks to some thoughtful giftcard givers!), and then came home and moved out onto our patio. It wasn't very cold, so we sat out there in our fancy dinner clothes and drank champagne. At midnight we were able to see fireworks shows from about 5 of the little surrounding towns, so that was really cool. As always, I felt so happy and so blessed to be able to ring in the new year with the love of my life at my side. And, of course, I look greatly forward to the new fun and adventures that 2013 will bring.
And now the school semester has started back up. Elvis is back to working his 12-hour days, and Henry and I are getting back into the swing of things without Poppa. The first few days were pretty rough, with Henry missing his Poppa dreadfully. But I think we're just about back to normal now, playing and frolicking all day long with minimal temper tantrums. My little one is such a sweet, funny, good-natured little thing, and I am so lucky to have him.
All three of us were sick for much of Christmas break, so that was kind of a bummer. Henry came down with a little cold, and then Elvis and I took turns having the flu. He had it for Christmas Eve, when we celebrated with his parents, and then I got it Christmas morning, when my family came to celebrate. Good timing, no? Well, at least we got to spend our sickness surrounded by the people we love most, so that's something. And despite being sick as a dog, I think we all had a great Christmas. We (Elvis) cooked some delicious meals, everyone enjoyed their gifts, and Henry was so sweet. He could tell we weren't feeling well, and every so often he'd stop playing to come over and give one of us a kiss. Such a little angel.
New Year's Eve was a different story. My dad was out at the family ranch hunting, so my mom offered to babysit so that Elvis and I could do something fun. Last year we went to a baby-friendly party with some of our new-parent friends, and that was awesome, but it sounded great to be able to have some alone time. That's getting rarer and rarer. We went out for a nice dinner (thanks to some thoughtful giftcard givers!), and then came home and moved out onto our patio. It wasn't very cold, so we sat out there in our fancy dinner clothes and drank champagne. At midnight we were able to see fireworks shows from about 5 of the little surrounding towns, so that was really cool. As always, I felt so happy and so blessed to be able to ring in the new year with the love of my life at my side. And, of course, I look greatly forward to the new fun and adventures that 2013 will bring.
And now the school semester has started back up. Elvis is back to working his 12-hour days, and Henry and I are getting back into the swing of things without Poppa. The first few days were pretty rough, with Henry missing his Poppa dreadfully. But I think we're just about back to normal now, playing and frolicking all day long with minimal temper tantrums. My little one is such a sweet, funny, good-natured little thing, and I am so lucky to have him.
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