That’s me one year ago today – with a Shirley Temple and a six month plus bump.
How life does change.
Interestingly, this New Year’s Eve will be more relaxing than last year’s, mainly because of the fact that it’s not acceptable to bring the baby to the bar. However, there’s also the fact that a nine month old makes the holidays even more exhausting than they already are. I’m ready for a break.
Of course, a nine month old also gives a whole new meaning to the season, and creates wild excitement in the most time-tested and routine of holiday traditions. So far, Iris has donned her Santa outfit twice and tried to climb numerous piles of presents. She’s had her first taste of peppermint stick ice cream, and is passionate about anything with colored lights and goofy music. Imagine that.
But, as I said, it makes for a tired mum and da (who has been working since 5:30 this morning, good man). So I’ve made a giant crock of soup, am packing up the pj’s and preparing to head to my sister’s for an evening of eating, low key bevy drinking and watching their basset hound love my baby with his giant tongue.
I hope you have a fun, safe and meaningful New Year. The movement into a new calendar has come to mean more to me than it has in the past, as each successive year seems to bring some significant change or challenge. Be they happy or sad, these events have both forced me to change and brought me closer to who I’ve always been. Maybe, just maybe, this is the year I’ll truly accept adulthood. Maybe.
All my best to you for tonight and the New Year, loves. My humblest thanks for keeping an eye on me this year, and for any time you reached out to say hello and more. Even if we’ve never spoken, you probably know me better through this blog than some folks I know in “real life” ever have, and it means a lot that you come back to hear more.
Happy, Happy New Year!!! Here’s to 2013!