Right as we went on vacation I got sick. I had a temperature that got up to 101, I felt rotten. Thank God my sweet sister-in-law Alison was in town to help me out with Charlotte. Like most healthy adults, I seriously do not remember the last time I had a fever. I was all achy and sweaty. It was gross. I was complaining on Facebook about being sick on the first day of vacation.
I finally was feeling better Friday afternoon when Greyson says, “Let’s go out tonight.” “What?! No,” I say. “You and Al go and have fun. I’ll rest,” I said. He says, “Um., I have to tell you something. You have to go, I have a surprise party planned.” I was so unbelievably touched, excited and exasperated all at once, I looked at him and said, “You should have fought harder to keep it a surprise and convince me to go!!!!”
Greyson later scolded me for my Internet over-sharing, “Amy! What did you put on Facebook about being sick?! Everyone is texting me to find out if the party is still on. Do you have to share EVERYTHING?!”
Thank God I felt better. The night was a success. I was so happy! Almost all my favorite people in the world were there. My fever was gone, I was just sweaty. I’ll take it. These people won’t mind if I’m sweaty. Looking around the room my heart filled up.
This was the scene…
Keeping it old school! Me with Kathryn (left) and Erin (right). Two of my oldest friends ever!
Amy and Greg just got engaged! (left and center) My sis-in-law Alison is on the right.
Brett and Jessica (left) and Dave and Trish (right). Some of our most fave friends and fellow dog lovers.
Sam (left) and Erin. So cute!
Will shows off for Charlotte.
3 generations! Me, Mom, and Charlotte.
Grey and one of my sorority sisters and best buddies, Colleen.
Some of the spread. We were pigs.
Charlotte had lots of offers to give her her bottle.
Aunt Tahlia (my step-sister) made sure she had her bottle too. Ha! Please look at Bryce (my step-brother) texting behind them. Remind me to tell him he’s a Divo.
This letter is two days late because we’ve been on vacation! This week has been your first trip to the beach. We’re at Topsail Island. This video shows the first time you ever saw the ocean. You have loved the beach! We set up a little pool for you and you have splashed and played with your new beach toys.
We had your 9 month appointment with the Doctor and he was so pleased with how you are growing. You are 16 lbs. 3 oz. now and 25 inches long. You are in about the 10th percentile, small, but growing at a great rate. You are scarfing up your baby food. You love everything but fruit. We just started some finger foods in the past few days. Green beans are okay, but you are not that jazzed about bananas.
Still no teeth yet, but that’s okay.
If we thought you were on the move last month, we had no idea. You crawl so fast, pull up on everything, and stand by yourself for a little bit after letting go of the couch/chair/dog. It’s all I can do to not push you back down and say “not yet.” But, I have a feeling you’ll be walking very, very soon.
It’s going by so fast little baby. You’re getting so big. We’re so proud of you. You’re such a good kid. I love you, my darling, darling girl.
This morning I woke up here on our family vacation in Topsail Island before everyone else. Everyone but Ginger that is. We walked along the beach and looked at this…
Now that’s a great way to start 30. I stopped and stared at the ocean and pet my sweet dog and just felt so much peace. For the first time in a long time I felt peace.
It’s weird. I was kind of looking forward to 30. It’s like now I’m a legit adult. 30 is the real thing. I sort of felt like I was faking it as a grown-up for part of my 20’s.
My early 20’s were a time when I became familiar with things like the tanning bed, Quarter Beer Nights, and overdraft fees.
My mid 20’s were spent planning, spending all of my money, and devoting every weekend to the institution of marriage. If it wasn’t my own, it was any number of my friends’ engagement parties, showers, and weddings. Sadly, I did have my slight Quarter Life Crisis after my parent’s divorce and I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do career-wise. I should have stuck to the Beer Nights, they were by far the more fun of the Quarters mentioned here.
My late 20’s have been great. I made strides in my career. I discovered a new passion for blogging that revamped my love of writing. Most importantly, I became a Mama at 29.
I’m psyched for my 30’s! It will be the decade of raising my babies and seeing what else is possible.
Hello, have we met? Oh yeah. I’m Amy. This is my blog. Apparently I’ve forgotten that in the past week. My bad. But, I have loads to tell you, dear readers.
I haven’t been here mostly because we had family come into town, we packed and left for our annual beach vacation, Greyson threw me a “surprise” birthday party, and I got sick as a dog. Phew! All that leaves no time for the Internet, only little phone Tweets and Facebook checks from my phone. The Internet connection is terrible on this island.
This was today’s Facebook status….
So…today is my last day in my 20’s. How should I commemorate it? Get wasted? Make a poorly thought out and naive decision? Hhhhmmm….
I didn’t do any of that. Tomorrow I turn 30. I want to reflect on that and enjoy it. I’m happy and all is well. I’ll see you tomorrow blogosphere. I’ll be older, surely no wiser, and God willing, have a stronger Internet connection.
This face says, “Don’t you put that disgusting crap back in my face!” She’s eyeing this jar because I tried to feed her something with fruit in it. I didn’t feed her anything with fruit for a long time. I followed the pediatrician’s recommendation of going from organic cereal, to organic veggies, to organic meat and slowly introduce, you guessed it, organic fruit. (I’m sure my boobs are chock full of pesticides, so I figure organic baby food might limit her carcinogen intake.)
You always hear “Keep them off the sweet stuff as long as you can!” So I did. The thing is. She hates fruit. I’m not sure it’s sweet stuff she hates, but anything the slightest bit tart. She loves cereal with breast milk, which is very sweet, so who knows? The weird thing is, she will scarf up stuff that tastes terrible like Chicken and Brown Rice, but not eat the Banana Peach stuff that rocks! (Yeah, I’m a baby food taster. What’s it to ya?)
You’ll notice the paci in her mouth. Yeah, I was feeding her and she saw the paci on the highchair and put it in her mouth so I wouldn’t feed her anymore. I fell out laughing at her not-so-subtle protest.
