35 and a three-step program
If I ever have another child, I will officially be considered "advanced maternal age." Holy crap, I turned 35 today.
I asked Josh how it feels to be married to an old lady. He laughed. An old lady in a bikini in a hot tub with a beer in her hand, but an old lady nevertheless.
This milestone birthday is coming to you live from Lake Tahoe, thanks to a birthday gift of plane tickets from my parents. We'll be hitting the slopes tomorrow and Friday while the kids stay with Grandma and Grandpa.
We celebrated with the children last night and Emmie rewarded me by taking her first steps -- three of them, which ended with her plopping down on her butt and all of us wildly cheering and clapping. She smiled but looked modest at her accomplishment. She then threw a hissy fit because she was starving and we were preventing her from eating.
I am so glad she decided to do it yesterday when I could see it and not this weekend when I would miss it. Because let me tell you how pissed I would be if I missed her first steps after spending 24 hours a day with this child for the last year.
Then again, I am so old I might forget she has taken her first steps because of the dementia that should be setting in any day now.
I asked Josh how it feels to be married to an old lady. He laughed. An old lady in a bikini in a hot tub with a beer in her hand, but an old lady nevertheless.
This milestone birthday is coming to you live from Lake Tahoe, thanks to a birthday gift of plane tickets from my parents. We'll be hitting the slopes tomorrow and Friday while the kids stay with Grandma and Grandpa.
We celebrated with the children last night and Emmie rewarded me by taking her first steps -- three of them, which ended with her plopping down on her butt and all of us wildly cheering and clapping. She smiled but looked modest at her accomplishment. She then threw a hissy fit because she was starving and we were preventing her from eating.
I am so glad she decided to do it yesterday when I could see it and not this weekend when I would miss it. Because let me tell you how pissed I would be if I missed her first steps after spending 24 hours a day with this child for the last year.
Then again, I am so old I might forget she has taken her first steps because of the dementia that should be setting in any day now.
Labels: Emmie, It's all about me
posted by Amy at
9:18 PM
3 Comments:
Happy Birthday Amy!
Don't fall while you're on the slopes. Old bones take longer to heal! :::and I can say that cuz I'm older than you!:::
Happy Happy Birthday to you! Have a great time hitting the slopes.
And way to go Emmie, you'll always remember when she took her first steps.
Happy birthday! And you are NOT old! 35 is the new 23. or something like that...
Yay, Emmie!! Those first steps are so exciting.
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