I’ve said it before, and I do believe that I’ll keep right on saying it: you guys are nice.
Seroiusly, Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the fun, wonderful, detailed, helpful feedback on THE dress decision.
Looks like #3 is the winner so far by a longshot, and I have to admit that it’s my husband’s and my favorite as well.
Oh, and for those of you wondering about the comfort/coverage of the the strapless neckline…I don’t wear strapless very much, but I think this one will be nice and modest once I nip/tuck it…meaning it’s modest now (no cleavage), but it’s big enough that things get suggestive fast if I move too much since the dress is sliding around on me. However, with a nice, snug fit, the neckline is definitely high enough, so we’ll just have to see how it goes!
OKAY, enough about the dress already, right?
Today is this handsome little guy’s birthday:
He’s six. SIX!
I don’t usually get too sniffly over birthdays and milestones, but this one feels huge. And weird.
How in the world did that 7 lb 5 oz. red-faced bundle morph into a gangly-legged, kind, well-mannered (you’ve never heard such an expert at: “May I pleases,” “Yes ma’ams,” and, “Why, thank you, Mamas”), extremely compassionate, slightly neurotic six-year-old??
He is the best big brother, the biggest snuggler, and the quickest to share (when the aforementioned firstborn neuroses don’t get the best of him).
And I love him to pieces!
Happy Birthday, Ezra! I am so thankful God gave you to me!
I’m also very thankful that the lovely and hilarious Rachel of Grasping for Objectivity agreed to stop by for 5 Things Thursday today since that gives me a chance to celebrate my little man (not to mention knock out a few more last-minute party details).
Rachel’s blog is a daily pit stop for me—a chance to replenish my supply of random and funny, which are both pretty essential ingredients for Mama-survival in my world, and I love her quirky sense of humor, her writing style, and the way she approaches mommyhood with both love and levity.
I could go on, but I won’t, since I’ve practically already hijacked her entire post talking about dresses and firstborns.
Just know you’re in for a treat!
Hi! I’m Rachel from Grasping for Objectivity in my Subjective Life. I know, I know… like long blog titles much? What can I say… I like being specific, if not succinct. I was honored when Abbie asked if I’d like to guest blog. I’m amazed at how she can stay on subject (albeit with a LOT of rabbit trails) and blog within the framework of a daily theme. I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing resembling a “frame” or a “work” on my blog, so hopefully I won’t bring too much destruction onto hers.
I am a naturally shy, fade-into-the-background, introverted person. I don’t like crowds, I don’t like small-talk, I don’t like being the center of attention, I don’t like meeting new people, I don’t like going places alone, and I especially don’t like being embarrassed or making a spectacle of myself. However. On a whim a little over four years ago, I started a blog. You know, to keep the grandparents informed of the minutiae of our lives – because surely they’d be the only ones that cared.
I quickly realized that I enjoyed blogging, and things began happening. And changing. Until I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. The things I’ve done for the sake of blogging… The facts I’ve revealed about myself to entertain the masses… It’s shameful, really.
Let this be a warning to any of you considering blogging, or perhaps innocently starting out along the path of blogging. (cue sinister music here): It will make you do things. Things that will make you look in the mirror and wonder what happened to the person you used to be.
1. Blogging has made me take perfectly good sandwich meat, sausage, cocktail wienies, pepperoni, and nay, even BACON, and turn them into Meat Flowers.
Who does that?? And if they do, WHY?!?
2. Blogging has made me shame my butt and bring ridicule down upon it by wearing dozens of pairs of the most heinous selection of Mom Jeans. And even worse, by photographing it and publishing it for the world to scoff.
3. Blogging has made me care so little for my husband’s dignity that I made him be my Donkey. (And yes, there was a real baby in that belly. And no, I’m sure that I wasn’t very light at that point in my gestation process).
4. Blogging has made me bare the embarrassments, dirty laundry, and shames of both my own life and my family’s lives to the entire world, such as admitting to eating a stranger’s petit four crumbs off of a bakery table, outing my Mother for torturing me as a child, writing out my disgusting nursing imaginations and fears, sharing completely unnecessary details of ghastly medical ailments, and revealing my most embarrassing Junior High “mementos”.
What happened to that shy, introverted, avoiding embarrassment at all costs person that I used to be?
5. And finally, blogging has made me talk about things that women just don’t talk about. Such as the fact that our breast pumps talk to us. (You know they do. Quit denying it). But you know what? There are a lot of women that feel liberated by the knowledge that all breast pumps talk, not just theirs.
So maybe there’s value in this blogging thing after all.
Or then again, maybe I’m just creating my own worst nightmare.
Hi guys! Me again.
I’m just sitting here grinning because I realized as I reread this that I haven’t even had the pleasure of reading some of the posts Rachel mentions here (I’m a relative GFOIMSL—*snicker*—newbie), and I can’t wait to catch up on what I’ve missed so far.
Thanks again, Rachel,for stopping by and for making our worlds just a little more randomly hilarious each day!
I’m just sitting here giggling. I remember the first time I asked my husband if he could hear what my breast pump was saying. He just looked at me like “step away from the baby” and I decided I’d never bring it up again! Going to go read more of her stuff. Thanks for sharing Abbie! ~Lori
The Rach sounds like my kind of gal. Anyone who can make weenie art, well that’s a talent.
What a treat to meet a new fun blog C: Those jeans are just too much! Have fun with your wee guy today.
I thought about Ezra first thing this morning. Happy Birthday, big boy! Six is going to be awesome!
My breast pump totally talked to me, all the time! LOL