another year already?

i am looking at a calendar in total shock right now, wondering: where on EARTH did 2010 go? oh, i know a good part of the answer. it went into the little man who's currently sitting on his daddy's lap enjoying the saints football game on tv. (cute moments abound!)

but despite all i have to show for the last year, i still can't quite wrap my brain around the fact that a new year has begun. i don't really go in for new year's resolutions, but i am making one this year:

don't be surprised by daycare holiday closures in 2011.

it's sorta funny, because i try hard to plan ahead for all contingencies. and if you know my husband, you know he's the king of plan ahead (thank god). and i certainly value all the fine ladies at daycare that take such awesome care of my bug while i work - and i definitely think they deserve to spend the holiday season with their own families! so why did it not even cross my mind that maybe, just maybe, the daycare would be closed some extra days that (gasp!) might not coincide with my holidays from work!

take this year. daycare was closed friday, december 24 (of course, it's christmas eve!). and fortunately, i was off that day, so it was easy. but did you know they were also closed for monday, december 27? no? neither did i! fortunately they post signs all over the daycare, so i wasn't caught TOO off-guard ... and even more fortunately, between my husband and i we were either off or able to take off. so it wasn't a big deal.

but the moral of the story is, even when we plan ahead, even when we think we've taken everything into account, being a mom knocks me off balance nearly every single day. even something as simple as a holiday can throw me off.

but you know what?

i wouldn't change it for a thing.

happy new year to you all!

Comments

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!

i'm furberizing my baby

ok, let's get this straight right off the bat: i don't know if i am literally following dr. furber's methods of sleep training. there are so many versions out there. but saying we're furberizing john is WAY more fun than saying that i'm letting him cry his little lungs out in an attempt to teach him to sleep on his own. it's night two of our efforts. he went right to sleep last night, which was great. and he slept for 5.25 hours (!!!!) before waking up at 2:30 a.m. when he woke up crying, i let him cry for 5 minutes before going in to soothe him. (the soothing barely works at all, by the way, but it's what i'm supposed to do ...) then i let him cry for 10 more minutes before going in to soothe him again. next on the agenda was a 15 minute stretch of crying - but he fell asleep after 8 minutes. so a sum total of 22 minutes of crying. not too bad for night two. i've heard night three can be the worst ... so we'll hold on to our hats tonight. mean

home

annapolis rock 1988 thirty years ago, my family moved from denton, tx, to a tiny rural town in the mountains of maryland. i remember being sad as we sold our things (we were packing everything into two old cars to drive north) and actually crying over the sale of our washing machine. transition does strange things to kids' emotions. yet i remember arriving, excited, into this strange green mountainous place, and i remember even more anticipation as we found a home ("the old taylor place") and got ready for school to start at smithsburg elementary. third grade -- the same grade john starts this school year. i remember meeting my first friend on a dusty dirt road - the "alley" that ran behind the high school tennis courts and athletic fields from our home just at the town's outskirts to her home just outside downtown. (if you've never known a small town downtown, that's probably hard to envision). it was an amazing place to be a child. 199

john's mom works

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