Enough!

So I have a "friend" who turned into a Parenting Nazi when she got pregnant. She was apparently the only person ever to make all the right decisions for her child, and I guess that makes it her job to let the rest of us know just what we're doing wrong with our kids. Lovely. It started out innocently enough; she just wanted to have as natural a birthing experience as possible. But now it's out of control, and every week she's posting what are basically lectures about why _________ is terrible for your child on her blog. It would be one thing if _________ was "too much sugar" or something, but it's always things like "sleeping in his own bedroom" or "using disposable diapers," or "wearing shoes."

I guess that makes me a bad mom in her eyes, because my son sleeps (through the night) in his very own nursery, wearing disposable dipes. He only breastfed for 12 months (his decision) and I occasionally supplemented with formula.  Oh, and he's up to date on all his vaccinations. I should have noticed my shortcomings, but Henry is huge for his age, happy and healthy with a great sense of humor and independence. He shares, rarely cries, dispenses hugs and kisses like candy, knows his numbers, colors and letters, and is even starting to say please and thank you.

Fail, fail, fail.

What ever happened to people minding their own business?

XXX

Thirty, not porn. Don't get excited.

I turned 30 on Tuesday, and it was - all in all - a fantastic day. Elvis surprised me and took the day off work, and we had a great time together, sleeping in, spending my birthday giftcards and enjoying our hilarious little almost-2-year-old. Oh my, Henry is such a delight!

I've been feeling a lot better about the big day than I thought I would. I don't think I'm freaking out or anything like that. I've felt really contemplative lately, though. Maybe more reminiscent. I just keep thinking of times past, friends I've loved and lost, and glorious memories made, both good and bad. I'm not sure if this is where I thought I would be at 30, but I'm sure glad I'm here: married to my soulmate, mother to an unbelievable little boy, and surrounded by the love and well-wishes of our supportive family and friends. What else is there in life?

This Could Be the Last Time ...

It's that time of year again: my birthday approaches.  This year it's a big one.  Maybe the last big one: THIRTY. 

I've been in a really reflective mood over my birthday this year.  I've always been kind of melodramatic I guess, so it's totally within my nature to be like "This is the last vacation of my twenties" or "The next time I go swimming I'll be in my thirties."  Seriously, I don't know how Elvis puts up with my nonsense sometimes.  Anyway ... there's one thing I am delighted to be experiencing for the last time in my twenties: I woke up with a great big teenager-style zit yesterday.  Aww, my last zit of my twenties.



Hopefully.