A Happy Childhood

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My Fairy Godmother, The Little Green Elf, New Kids on the Block birthday song, New Year’s “shows”. These are just a few of the things I remember when I was little. I had a happy childhood.

Every year on my birthday, one of my mom’s friends would dress up as our “fairy Godmother”, walk across the street to our house at the crack of dawn and sprinkle glitter on our faces to wish us a happy birthday. It was magical and at night we would look up at the stars and pick the brightest one because that’s where she lived.

There was a little green elf that only my mom (of course) could see that would eat all our food if we didn’t. For some reason, the little green elf liked mostly vegetables (go figure). It made dinner just a little more fun.

My sisters and I would rehearse songs that we would perform for family and friends every year for New Years Eve. It was so much fun and looked forward to it every year.

I recently read an article on Scary Mommy that struck me so much it brought tears to my eyes as I rocked my little one to sleep the other night. She talked about being an author to this particular part of her child’s life (read it here, it’s a good one).

Since Olivia will never remember this part of her life, it’s my job to mold it into one where she is happy. The giggles, new discoveries, and all the “firsts” are things that I will remember. As she gets older, I want her to look back at these moments and smile.

My parents went above and beyond to give us a happy childhood. They didn’t have to, but they did. Sure there were ups and downs, tantrums, unfair situations and your normal spread of growing pains, but when I remember my childhood, there is one word that stands out:

Happiness.

I Should Be Sleeping…

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Every time Olivia  finally settles down for a nap during the day, the same thought runs through my head:

“What should I do?”

1. Get dressed

2. Make my bed, do laundry

3. Wash bottles and dishes

4. Work and send emails

5. Watch one of my re-recorded shows (Scandal needs to be watched uninterrupted)

6. Sleep

I know moms out there would tell me the obvious choice would be to take a nap, but let me tell you the problem with that. If I nap, I’ll be thinking about the 5 other things that I should just do so I don’t have to worry about them later. It’s a problem, a “new mom” problem you might say, but it’s real. Note that food is no where on the list, ain’t nobody got time for that.

Now if I was smart, I would wait to do laundry and watch my shows on the weekend, when Justin is home and can help with the baby. True. But if she’s sleeping, I can just throw a load in right? The goal is to make her sleeping time the most productive because you don’t know when you’ll get it again. My mother-in-law came over to help the other day and I had a choice of anything I wanted to do. The decision was daunting. Sitting in silence was even a viable option.

I wrote this post while she’s sleeping. My bed is also made and I got dressed. Boo-yah.

3 months!

The first 3 months of a baby’s life is no joke.

Justin and I had to learn how to keep a tiny, 4 pound, 5 week early preemie baby fed, rested and alive with minimal crying. That was the goal. Keep the baby that we worked so hard to get alive and well. All the while figuring out life as parents, taking naps, dimming lights and speaking softly. Before we had a baby, Justin would come home and turn on the TV and we’d talk about our day while I was in the kitchen making noise and cooking dinner. Now when he comes home we dim the lights, speak softly and figure out the quickest way to get food in our bellies before Olivia wakes up. That’s life.

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1 month old

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2 months old

Now that she’s 3 months old (or just 1.5 months according to preemie age), I’ve seen so many changes in her that she’s hardly recognizable since the day we brought her home.

She smiles, recognizes us (or as Justin says, “she better know who we are”), tracks things, gives us those adorable coo’s and “ahh’s” every once in a while, and is more curious of things around her. She’s growing and changing everyday. When veteran mom’s say that they “grow up too fast”, I now know what they mean.

Happy 3 months little one, here’s to more snuggles, kisses and a whole lot of love.

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