Man. Work-life balance is a little trickier than I expected. I am learning that being a mom means being perpetually guilt-ridden. I feel guilty that I work, I feel guilty when I have to miss work because he is sick, I feel guilty that I am exhausted when I get home during the week, I feel guilty that I haven’t posted a blog update in six months, and I feel guilty for feeling guilty.
I am juggling a full-time job, a marriage, keeping a dog alive, and trying to be enough of a super mom that my 1 year old knows that I am in fact his mom, and not his daycare provider. That crap is hard. Like, really hard. I went back to work 11 days after he was born. I was judged as a poor employee because I took so ‘long’ to return, and I was judged by people outside of work for returning too quickly. How, exactly, is a mom supposed to win here?
Aside from my society’s-pressure-to-be-perfect rant, in the last six months, you have also missed my adorable, genius of a baby’s crazy fast developments. We now have a full-on walking, talking toddler. He had a super fun birthday party where he ate Olive Garden, stuck his hand in his beautiful cake during a photo op, and opened presents that we asked people not to bring. Aunt Tammy won the trivia game that was all about Clark, and she gave me the Starbucks gift card that was her prize (this was my plan the whole time, and it came together beautifully!).
He went on his first plane ride to Las Vegas, and did remarkably well. Mom and dad learned that literally the ONLY place on earth where we don't get stopped and told how adorable our small child is, turns out to be the airport. People give you the stink eye and say a prayer that you are on any other flight but theirs.
He now spends his days walking around the house, stealing our phones, saying all sorts of words, and signing others. Among his favorite words to vocalize are: dog, momma, dadda, and ‘uck’ (his version of ‘yuck’…I thank baby Jesus every time he says it without an ‘F’ at the start). His favorite words to sign are: ‘eat’, ‘more’, ‘milk’, and ‘all done’…what more do you really need to say in life?
His favorite foods are pasta (definitely gets that from momma and her hips!), cantaloupe, and greek yogurt, and he hates avocado and spaghetti. You can tell when he dislikes a food, because he seals his mouth shut and vigorously shakes his head ‘no’ until you drop said food from the fork. Not a bad system if you’re him.
His favorite pastimes include dancing, shaking the lamp in the living room, and sleeping. That child will say ‘night night’ around 7:30pm, we put him in his bed, he puts himself to sleep, and slumbers for upwards of 12 hours. Every. Single. Night. Please refrain from throwing things at me in your sleep-deprived, zombie-like state. I know…we’re very lucky!
So with the basics covered, and yet another convincing promise to do a better job of posting more regularly, I leave you with what we all know you came here for…pictures!
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