Two

Well folks, I am the mama of a two year old.  I am still in awe.  I can't believe that Rory is already two.  I am taken back to two years ago.  I was still in the hospital, as he was only 22 hours old at this point.  I was up and moving around at this point but not very well as I was in pain, and I was moving very slowly.  I think around this time we were dealing with Rory's circumcision (yes, we were in the room with him... I was holding his tiny little hand and rubbing his head and talking to him the whole time as Craig almost passed out... lovely story for when he gets older!)

The last two years have been quite the whirlwind for a number of reasons, but given the date... I will just keep it simple.  He's taught me humility, patience (well okay, I'm still working on it haha), love, compassion, fear, worry... the list could go on.  I was never the little girl who grew up playing mommy with a baby doll and urning to becoming a wife and mom.  Once upon a time, I swore I would never have children.  I was too selfish, didn't want the responsibility, didn't think it was for me.

Enter husband.

We were married in 2007, and in 2011 started seriously having "the talk" about kids.  I still never really warmed up to the idea but decided if it was something my husband wanted that I could deal with it.  We tried for a couple of months and nothing.  We decided to wait it out a year and try again (because I'm a planner, you know... if I'm going to do this it needs to be on my terms).  December came around and I swore I was pregnant... I was 17 days late.  But test after test proved otherwise.  I finally decided to go to the doctor for a test and that came back negative as well.  I was heartbroken.  It was then that I knew I was mentally in the right place for the parenting thing.  A little more than month later, I was late again... and this time I was expecting.

It was a long first five months at our little household.  Colic was not our friend.  Stressful does not begin to touch the surface of what our relationship dealt with during that time.  Right before my birthday I threatened to take my son and leave if my husband if he didn't do something to change how he was being not only toward me but toward our son.

Needless to say, here we are two years later.  Our marriage is in a great place... issues exist yes, but we are great.  We have a happy, healthy son who is a beautiful breath of fresh air.  We could not be more blessed.

Happy Birthday, bubbly.  You have no idea how much of an impact you have made in my life.  Not even a microscopic idea.

Back to the basics

I have been on Facebook for 10+ years.  I was on Facebook back when it was just certain colleges, and you HAD to have a school (.edu) email for an approved school in order to be on Facebook.

While I love that now ANYONE can be on Facebook (as it has allowed for so many reconnections of my old friends, as well as the ability to share with family and friends from all over)... I miss the simplicity of it.  Before games, sharing, etc.  Mind you I am guilty of both.  It's all just so overwhelming and I am tired of it!

This past year, I have loved sharing my daily pictures of my son, Rory.  I posted each photo to an album called "Now that I am 1 year new, watch me grow up to 2!" and I diligently made sure to post and my friends and family loved it.

Who am I kidding, I loved it.  I found myself many times going through the album, day by day, just to see the changes.  We had good days, bad day, silly days, mad days.  I intend to keep up with this again this year and one day I will do something with all of these photos for him.  What they will be?  Who knows.  Bribery, black mail, future girlfriend embarrassment.  :)  Just kidding.

This is a long way to get to saying... welcome to my break from Facebook.  Enjoy the journey of me getting back to things I love, like writing, photography (yes, I may even bring out my big girl camera and give my poor iPhone a rest!), family, friends, and enjoying life.  I spend 40+ hours a week at work, I get about 3 hours in the evenings during the week to spend with my son, and about 2 hours in the evening to spend with my husband AND son, and the weekends are almost always busy with the things we couldn't get done during the week.

I say all of these things not to seek pity, as I am well aware we are the average family... we live a good life and in order to live said good life, we have to fulfill responsibilities (i.e. jobs), act like adults are supposed to, etc.  I say them just to say them.  To be honest.  To share my heart.  To be real.  We struggle like most people do these days, and we indulge.  We have problems like everyone does, and we find ways to power through and smile.

I guess I am just trying to say... Facebook (and let's be honest... all forms of social media, newspapers, TV, etc) are filled with all the bad in the world.  Not trying to block it out and live in a fantasy world of puppies and rainbows and little Keebler elves that come out of the holes in trees... but I don't have to suffocate myself with it either.  Which is why I am taking this break.

If you choose to follow me on this blog, I will love to have the love and support from my family and friends.  You can expect to see:  photos of Rory, photos of family... okay, photos... updates on my weight loss journey, updates on family happenings, holiday, recipes, crafts, etc.  Just ME and my family.

Welcome.  Stay a while.  There's liquor in the basement you are welcome to and ice in the freezer... actually just kidding, I haven't refilled the ice trays yet (sorry babe!)

And that jabber I hear is the sound of my baby boy waking up... time to play!