This Too Shall Pass

I haven't had time to post on any of my blogs for over a week now because I'm dealing with a cranky, teething baby. I don't recall our other two having such a difficult time with their teeth. (At my age, this could just be senility setting in!) I have lots of ideas for posts but too little time at this moment. I keep telling myself that this too shall pass!!

My Mother is Laughing at Me!

When I was a little girl playing with my baby dolls, I had wild notions of parenthood. Just like Carol and Mike Brady, I would have six kids, 3 boys and 3 girls of course, and I would have them all before I turned 30! After all, 30 was ancient to me and it was all down hill after that age. (I also imagined a honeymoon as being when a newlywed couple had a picnic on a hill in the moonlight...okay, don't ask me where I got that idea because I haven't a clue!)

ANYWAY, I was the youngest of 5 kids. When I was born, my oldest sister was 12, my brother would have been 11 if he had lived, my twin sisters were 9, and my parents were 36. 36!! That was OLD according to me!!

As I was growing up, my parents were usually older than my friends' parents. I always chided my mom by saying, "What woman in her right mind would have a baby when she's 36?!"

Well....

I guess....

I would!

I didn't begin having kids until I was 30...so much for the 6 kids before that ripe old age! My second son was born when I was 32. And my third son came along shortly after my 47th birthday! Thankfully, I didn't have twins. They run in my family; women are more apt to have twins when they get pregnant later in life; and I should mention that my mom wished twins on me when I was a teenager.

Even though the twin thing didn't happen, my mom is definitely having the last laugh!

Can You Tell Me How I Got Back To Sesame Street?

Later this month, my husband & I will celebrate our 22nd wedding anniversary. Last year we had a great time celebrating! We went to the movies one night and to the Tiki Bar for dinner another night. Our boys were old enough to stay home alone while my husband & I went out and enjoyed each other's company. We were kind of giddy with our freedom and looking forward to the future when the boys would be in college and it would just be us again. I had a year of graduate school under my belt and was excited about a future career working with kids with special needs. It was just an all-around fun week of celebrating our marriage.

Fast forward to Palm Sunday...and a positive pregnancy test!! How did that happen? Oh yeah, our anniversary week. Apparently, we over celebrated!

Ready or not, our baby was on his way, and once again we'd be entrenched in dirty diapers, middle of the night feedings, teething, crying, all that baby equipment they tell you that you MUST have, Sesame Street, Santa Claus, trick-or-treating, the first day of kindergarten, t-ball, birthday parties, and just plain exhaustion! Oh, and no freedom until we're 65!