LORDY, LORDY...

(whisper: look who’s 40.)

Oh my gosh you guys. Oh. My. Gosh. Someone in our household has turned 40. And I’m 30…and he weighs more than 12 pounds. So...I'll let you use a little deductive reasoning on this one:



Not that ANYONE would believe it. Seriously. Paul looks younger than I do and CERTAINLY has not been utilizing sunblock until very recently.

This monumental occasion took place on July 21st.

Here’s how the day went:

7:00 a.m. – Paul leaves for work while I proceed to move into a DIAGONAL position across the bed and fall back asleep.

1:00 p.m. – I call Paul to see if he’s gone home to let the dogs out yet. Paul asks what I'm up to. Not until I verbally say the words, “Oh, Mom and Mike just bought me a fabulous lunch” do I realize what an asshole I am. (Like, why would he want to join us for lunch on his birthday?)

8:30 p.m. – A group of 15 people sing Paul happy birthday in the middle of a restaurant as we all watch him fight off the equivalent of a grand mal seizure in the world of being uncomfortable. It. Was. Awesome.

So here I am, about to make him go into minor convulsions again, but you guys! YOU GUYS! I can’t help it. Look!!!!! Look at him as a baby!!!!!!



(he’s probably like, 3 days old here).

And look look look!



And look at this one where he’s carrying his little books!!!!



I can’t help it. If I could squeeze these pictures and call them my fluffy, I would.

Every day, as I re-adjust my position in the bed when he leaves it to make myself MORE comfortable...just after I give his crisp, scope cleaned mouth a kiss good-bye with the ass breath that I’ve developed as a result of a full night of open-mouthed breathing, I realize how damn lucky I am.

Because in the 4th grade, when I was wiping boogers on the bottom of my desk and using my chapstick to wax the cork of my alto saxophone, this guy was the captain of the football team.

(Actually when I put our age difference in those terms, it’s kind creepy. But you get my point.)

But hey, it's too late for him to back out now. Remember when you did this, honey?



(see how I look really happy and he has this look like WTF did I just do???)

But hey, it's too late. And now a baby makes three. This shit’s in the bag. You’re stuck with me, honey.

THANK GOD.

Happy birthday, baby.

Here's to looking up.

These last few days have been a little crazy, and I'll get into that later, but in the midst of all the pandemonium, I wanted to share something cool that I was able to attend a few months ago.

My friend Shelley Hayes, who is an extraordinary human being and amazing life coach (I know this personally AND professionally), invited me to attend one of her Possibility Party Workshops. I didn't know what to expect initially, but it ended up being an amazing experience where I was able to take a couple of hours to really explore what I wanted for myself and for my life. When do we ever take the time to do that, anyway? When do you?

During the workshop we were able to make our very own VISION BOARDS. Here's how mine turned out:



You can see here I'm quite pleased with my final product:



The sweet thing about these parties is that Shelley really takes you through the process of centering yourself...helping you really get to the ROOT of yourself. And then she gives you this little board and about a million Oprah magazines in front of you and you're like "I WANT TO PUT EVERY QUOTE AND PICTURE I SEE ON MY BOARD!" But no, this is not how it works. Shelley pre-determines the board size, so you really have to be selective and think about what you want to put on that darn thing. And really, when you're thinking about your life, isn't that sort of how it should go? Shouldn't we be selective?

Anyway, with the craziness of life, and all of the changes happening as of late, it was really refreshing for me to revisit this bad boy and remember just what I am passionate about in life...and remember to breath...and remember to drink my prune juice. That last one has been of particular importance.

If you're needed to create a bonding experience for you and your colleagues, you and your girlfriends, or even just yourself, I suggest you look in to this. It was definitely worth my time. :)

Happy weekend!

When you know the pregnancy is getting to you...

So I'm driving home from work last week and this song by Selena comes on the radio. You know the one:

I'll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Then here in my room,
Dreaming about you and me

As I was singing it, I really had to take a moment to realize how absurd it was that I was thinking neither of a former lover (as if, honey!) or my current husband. Instead, I was thinking of this:



Wow. A nice moment for me. Never mind that I'm CREATING LIFE AS WE SPEAK. I'm being deprived of a Gin and Tonic in the summertime, and THAT'S what's dominating my thoughts...even NOW, if we're really being honest.

Someone tell me your fave summer cocktail, so that I might live vicariously through you over the course of the next few months.