I've gotten away from writing about my kids in the way that made me look back with fondness and ohhh and ahhhh over the things they say and do and blah blah. I feel like I need to. I feel like I should. But I also just...don't...want to.
I feel like if I capture them on video every once in a while then I'm doing it. I'm holding their little voices and mannerisms into a tiny little time capsule forever and ever. And well, that? That's ok, too. I think.
Yesterday was Declan's birthday. As most of you know, he's younger than me by about a year and nine months. I'm okay with this, I am. But last night as we were tucked into a tiny little booth at The Melting Pot on his birthday date, I said, I finally feel like you're getting older! Because forever he just kept feeling SO YOUNG compared to my age. And then he's all, Newsflash, baby....I can never catch up with you. And frack. He's right, but, gah. Why do I have to keep getting older, too?
Anyway. We had a great time. We indulged in lots of food we don't normally eat. We walked hand in hand at the mall like teenagers, mocking the names of the fancy stores in which we do.not.shop, and took selfies while we waited for the Starbucks barista to catch up from his looooong line of backed-up drinks and for him to royally mess up on calling Declan's name out.
T'was grand for a Tuesday night. Especially since our Tuesday nights are usually spent getting sweaty in the gym on our romantic date to bootcamp. ;)
Last week I traded my old 2006 SUV in for a newer (used) SUV. Honestly, it was more about what made sense. My car was getting bigger and bigger bills each time it went in for something routine, and it was starting to stress me out a little, even though I loved it. I got decent trade-in on it and we got the car we wanted for a great deal. The best part is, I feel all fancy because it has remote start on it. Which, if you are on any form of social media at all you know that it's OMGSOCOLD right now, so that ish is coming in handy.
I was starting to feel so guilty when Lucy would be all "brrrrrrr c-c-c-oooolllddddd" in her sweet little voice every time I put her in the car. So now, without going down a flight of steps to start my car, I can press a button! A BUTTON! Yes. I am finally up with the times I guess.
Speaking of the cold, I know it's cold-duh. But for some reason it doesn't bother me that much? I mean, of course it would if I was working outside or something. But, walking to and from a car, or in and out of a store, etc. Yea. It's not that big of a deal to me, even lugging kids. I mean, it's cold. It takes your breath away. But the second you enter warmth it's all, AHHHHH and I'm good. But let's not be confused for a second, I still loathe winter and just last night I said to my husband as my tush was getting warmed by my seats on that 10 degree day, Can you even IMAGINE the days of flip flop wearing and shorts? I daydream about that magic. DAYDREAM.
But it's only January so I better keep my daydreaming to a minimum. We've got LOTS more winter left.
I can't even believe it's time for this already but I'm already in the midst of PLAN THE BEST BABY SHOWER EVER (for my sissy) mode and holy crap, that came fast! Why does everyone else's pregnancy always fly by and meanwhile mine literally feel like I'm living in this sick, slow twilight zone to which never feels like it will end, ever? So unfair. Also, the second said baby comes out, time is on LIGHTENING SPEED.
I will never understand such things. Ever.
Ok. Wow. That was random.
Happy Wednesday :)