Posts Tagged ‘blogaversary’
Monday, July 11th, 2011
I started my blog five years ago. What has changed?
looked like this.
looked like this
And this guy
well, he wasn’t even a twinkle in our eye. Or a tingle in our…never mind.
Our family is very different now.
I am different now.
I’ve chronicled my life – our lives – for five years. Such a small slice in the grand picture, but yet, so much happened that forever changed my world.
My father died.
My third child was born.
My two eldest were potty trained.
My youngest weaned.
My eldest started school.
The Tooth Fairy became a regular visitor.
I started running, pushing through two full marathons and four half marathons.
I turned 40.
I began a second blog.
I found new friends. Sister friends, some of you.
I kept secrets.
I made mistakes.
And I listened. To all of you.
I don’t know where this blog is headed. I don’t know where I’m headed. But I’m glad you’re here.
I’m so very, very glad you’re here.
Monday, June 20th, 2011
Today’s Mommypants Moment comes from, well, me. It’s the one-year blogaversary of Mommypants, when I relaunched my old blog after four years of blogging. So for those of you doing the math at home, that’s almost five years I’ve been throwing my words around. I want to thank each and every one of you who comes by here and leaves your comments. I am proud of the community I’ve formed – WE’VE formed. Your support means the world to me.
We sit at a table at The Habit. Sawyer is waiting for his steak sandwich. David grabs X to keep him from falling over the seat into the booth behind us. Sage asks – again – when her food will be here.
“Daddy? How did you and Mommy fall in love?” Sawyer asks.
He has posed a lot of these sorts of questions lately. What was our favorite food when we were his age? What was the name of our best friend in first grade?
We tell him about how me met at an airport, how we went on our first date six months later, and how that was it.
“You know what else?” I say. “YOU are the one who made me a mommy. Before you, I was not a mommy and Daddy was not a daddy. We were already Mommy and Daddy when Sage and Xander were born. But you were the one who made us that.”
“Oooh,” he says.
He is proud. He sits back and smiles. This is something so incredibly special, something he’d never thought of before. The true gift of being The First.
Maybe, just maybe, he realizes a teeny bit just how much HE changed our lives.
It’s pretty awesome.
Shell over at Things I can’t say is hosting a Rock The Bump linky over at her place. Almost 200 bloggers have posted pictures of their baby bumps. I haven’t done it because, well, there was nothing cute about my pregnant self. Nothing at all. Which is why there are so few pictures of me in that condition. I did dig some up because, why not?
Here’s me about five months pregnant with Sawyer. I gained 60 pounds during this pregnancy, and as you can see, my butt is bigger than my bump. Also, I look stoned. I saw this picture today for the first time in years and both David and I said, “WHOA!” That’s a whole lotta me. Ack.
I was much more active during my pregnancy with Sage. I think I ended up gaining just under 40 pounds with her. This picture was taken 15 days before she was born. Again, I look stoned.
Here I am seven months pregnant with X. It was my 40th birthday and David surprised me with tickets to see Wicked. It was an amazing night. My hair got so thick and beautiful during this pregnancy. Then it all fell out. The end.
I will never be pregnant again. I will never feel those little kicks, never dream about who the little creature inside me will grow to be.
I still get a tiny twinge when I see a woman rocking a bump. I smile.
But really? I’m glad it’s not me.
I’m glad it’s not me.
Monday, July 12th, 2010
It’s been four years.
That’s right, newbies. And when I say newbies, I mean all of you who get excited about celebrating your two-month-aversary or your 100th post. Even your year blogaversary is, you know, cute and all. Just like running a half-marathon is cute when you’re doing the full.
My first post was July 10th, 2006. Sage was not yet a year old. I started it because I wanted a virtual scrapbook of sorts. Something a little nicer than the Word docs I used to note milestones.
I’ve come a long way. I have. This is my 679th post. Who knew I had that much to say? (more…)