I looked down at my blog calendar yesterday and realized I hadn’t posted in over a week.
This is what happens when I go out of town for a few days and then return home to get sick with a cold as well as find out that my husband volunteered me to make mashed potatoes for twenty children at the 1st grade Thanksgiving party. I’ve been stewing about that one for at least two days.
Sloan had a birthday this week as well. She officially turned two on Thursday, which feels like WOW…two more years and I’m officially out of the wild baby trap. I don’t mean this in a bad way at all…not really…but the truth is that when you are parenting young kids you sort of live in survival mode for a few years. In general, you feel weary and pretty out of it. You gain a little weight because you pound coffee for breakfast and crackers for lunch, and it’s all you can do to haul that toddler in and out of the car and crib. You forget important dates like your father’s birthday, and you fall into bed exhausted at 9pm.
Perhaps normal people don’t function this way, but I DO.
This all sounds a bit like I’m complaining, but I’m not. I’m just realistic with myself because I know that until my kid hits four, I’m going to be crazy and only partially-functional. It’s a good thing that Sloan’s big personality makes up for any loss of my own. Because sometimes I look in the mirror with my finger stuck in my nose and my pajama pants still on at 12:30pm and I think, WHO THE HELL IS THAT??
Ok, so let’s turn this all around.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SLOAN!!
I was looking through all my old photo files while creating this post…and OHMYGODWHEREHASTHETIMEGONE feeling hit me. This is very confusing to me since it seems like forever ago and also just yesterday that she was a baby. How can you feel two opposite things at the same time? Why does raising a baby feel as if life is a mad dash and at the same time slower-than-hell-can-I-count-the-minutes-until-it’s-bedtime?? I don’t know. It just is.
Here is my slower than hell mad dash that is life with my little Sloanie -
Me – captured in time the night before Sloan was born. I had just downed two margaritas and eaten two ice cream cones. And her room was all ready for her. See? I used to be on top of things.
She was a little ticked off when she was born, because the dumb nurse let her head hang out of me like forever because the doctor hadn’t arrived. Then she became happier after she got a pink bow on her head. The pink bow stayed there for a very long time.
She liked practicing her “Thriller” hands while she slept. This was a little like jazz hands, only cooler. She also liked taking baths in the kitchen sink.
..and then she learned how to smile and very quickly she was two months old and ready to borrow the car. She learned that if she smiles for me, I will fall down at her feet and give her whatever she wants.
In fact, she learned that all of us adore her…and she just loved everyone right back. We loved her even when she continuously woke up at least three times in the middle of the night.
We thought she was quite brilliant because she had this game where she would take a blanket and put it over her face…then she would wiggle around underneath and pull it off her face and laugh out loud. Even my friend Melissa commented on how advanced this was – our brainiac baby prodigy.
For months and months, her eyes had still not changed and were a gray/blue kind of mixture. And she was so bright-eyed it just made your heart go pitter-pat.
She even cooperated very nicely when we took pictures of her in her great-great-great grandfather’s christening gown. Because all the kids in our family MUST HAVE a picture in this gown.
Then before you know it, it’s her first birthday!!
Sloan took her time learning to walk, which was just fine with me. I will never forget her crawl, which was just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Her right leg would stick out and drag the floor for traction, just like a little rudder. She would click her tongue as she crawled around the wood floors. She liked motoring up to the cat, Leo, who let her maul him as much as she wanted. Pretty soon she developed a love of firearms.
…and then all of the sudden she’s a little wombat who likes to steal her brother’s toys and follow the neighborhood gang of kids around. Don’t even THINK about leaving Sloan behind, because this Scorpio will scream. Or she will pinch you. HARD. She has a beautiful natural mullet and her eyes are still sparkly.
So…here we are at her second birthday, and I may have a few more wrinkles and gray hairs, but I am managing to keep up with the little wombat as she spins and careens through life with a lot of determination as well as a lot of affection. And I’ve learned that these two qualities balance each other out quite nicely. Just like that creeping, slow, manic blur-of-a-race that is the life of a parent to a kid who is two years old.
NOW BLOW OUT THOSE CANDLES, SISTER.