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This weekend, we did something a little new.
One of our babysitters plays on the Rice Women’s Basketball team, and this weekend, she invited us to come out and see them play! So on Saturday, we bundled up the stroller and headed over to the Rice Stadium (which, conveniently, is basically across the street from our house). And Bear got to experience his first basketball game!
As he’s gotten a little bit older and more interested in the world, we really can’t keep him cooped up at home on the weekends anymore. His nursery is fine for naps and our playroom is fun for a few hours, but if we don’t get out of the house at least once for a few hours, this little kiddo is not a happy camper. So the idea of a fun outing in the afternoon? Yes please.
And we had a blast! I’m not sure he knew exactly what was happening, but he sat in our laps and watched the game every once in a while, and the people and noises kept him happily occupied for two hours. So in my book, that is a WIN.
This type of outing is what I was most looking forward to when I thought, years ago, about having kids. Little family outings to the zoo or the museum or the park or the playground, the ones that I did with my parents that they still tell stories about. (Please, do not get my mom started about feeding the ducks. Apparently I was, like, super into feeding the ducks and have consequently heard that story oh, maybe five trillion times.) I’d think about my future life and those future outings, and even though I had no idea what my family would look like or where we’d be living, I’d still imagine those little moments.
And, then, on Saturday, I blinked and suddenly one of those moments was here, right in front of me. The imaginary moment I’d always thought about, taking my child on family outings and coming up with fun activities to share with him.
And, you know what I did, when I realized that moment was happening?
I just smiled at our son and made a mental note of how incredibly grateful I am for this life.
In the last ten months, there were days (and nights) with a newborn that felt like they would never end. There were weeks and months when juggling work and motherhood feels like more than I can possibly do. There were moments when I was certain that I’ll never have time for a manicure, a full night of sleep, or a minute to myself until this kid leaves for college. (A small part of me is still convinced that this is a possibility.) Those were hard moments.
But there are also moments like this weekend, when I come up for air and look around and think:
This moment that I always dreamed of.
It’s happening right here in front of me.
So, baby Bear, I hope you enjoyed your first basketball game.
Your mom sure did.
Tags: baby · life
February 5th, 2015 · 2 Comments
So, long story short, but during this very busy stretch for me, Chad has been a real trouper. I could give you a list of all the wonderful things he’s done to keep me sane these last few months, but so I can get to the point of my story, I’ll just say: there have been a lot.
So many, in fact, that I asked Chad if there was anything he wanted that I could do for him in return.
“Yes,” he said solemnly, like he’d been thinking about it for a while.
My husband’s love for snickerdoodles has been documented epically on this blog — I have two separate recipes in the archives, and if you want to take a trip down memory lane, you can see this version from 2007. (Ha, the terrible PHOTO. Aww, Chad was my BOYFRIEND at the time — we weren’t even engaged when I started this blog!)
So, I happily made a very large batch of snickerdoodles for him.
But then, silly guy, do you know what he did?
He left me alone with them!
He went out for a few hours and left me in the house with a sleeping baby all by myself, and ALL THE COOKIES.
See that? That is one happy mama.
Fortunately, I limited myself to just a few of them. And then, with nothing else to do and an entire evening by myself, I brewed some tea and curled up on the couch to watch Parks and Rec.
And basically, it was the best night ever.
January 29th, 2015 · 2 Comments
I have been extremely busy lately. After starting my own law practice a year and a half ago, I’ve really felt like I hit my stride in the last six months, which is an awesome feeling. However, the flip side of that awesome feeling is that I have been working really, really hard.
Bear and I have settled into a fairly predictable schedule in the last few months, and as long as I don’t have court appearances, meetings, or depositions, I usually stay home with him in the mornings and work during his nap, and then take him to school in the afternoons. I don’t think there’s such a thing as an ideal childcare situation, but ours is a pretty good balance. Most of the time, it works really well — I have a good chunk of time with him every day, but I also have a decent stretch of uninterrupted work time.
But last week, I just started to feel like I wasn’t getting quite enough time with him. He was taking long morning naps and I was working on a number of big projects, and I just started to really miss him. My job is really important to me and I wouldn’t trade what I’m doing now for anything, but I had a day that I almost cried when I dropped him off at school for the afternoon. I know lots of moms feel this way — they’re proud of their careers, but no matter how much you love your job, it’s hard to leave your baby with someone else every day. There’s no way around that. It’s just hard.
So this week, I finally made it past a few big deadlines, and when two of my mom friends suggested a trip to the zoo, I jumped at the chance to have a special afternoon with our baby boy. We live about a mile from the Houston Zoo, but Bear hasn’t really been old enough to understand it until now, so this was our first visit.
And we had so much fun. He loved watching all the people, looking into the aquarium (“Hooray for Fish” is one of his favorite books!), and of course, getting to ride the carousel. And I loved getting an extra afternoon with our son, watching him experience something new.
As Bear gets older, I want to make this a tradition: every once in a while, we’ll take a few hours off from school and work, and do something fun. Whether it’s exploring museums or picnics in the park or just staying home and baking cookies, those memories are ones that I’ll cherish forever. It feels like he’s growing up so fast — for the past few months, every day brings some new development or change.
So, that shot above? It’s the first of many stolen afternoons, and the start of some amazing times together.
Tags: baby · life