Plus this thing acts as my journal. I know its a bit strange to think that sending words into the ether is as therapeutic as putting them in a notebook and tucking it under the mattress, but for me it is. And that is a good enough reason as any I suppose. Thus I'm back and with a bang I might add.
Lucy has had her third birthday, and has started preschool. The days of babydom are fully in the rear-view mirror. And GOD does that make me want to cry. The strange part is it isn't just because I'm sad. Sure, I feel that tinge of sorrow knowing she's growing up but more I want to cry because I see that she is going to be wonderful. Lucy is constantly amazing me with how smart she is, how honest, and how she is the good in both Sean and I. (Although warning, she also has a short fuse, holds a grudge, and is stubborn much like her parents as well.) Still shes potty trained save bed time, rocks the abc's and counts. Still adores music, maybe more now, and leads the dance party nightly. Basically she makes me realize I'm rocking this whole mom gig, and has me looking happily toward our future.
Remember when she was all tiny like...
I've had a birthday. Made it to 29, and while some folks gasp when they hear that number, I'm firmly ecstatic with it. I'm much more comfortable with myself then I have been in a while. I've had a throughly fantastic month or so. Getting along splendid with the family, and surprisingly that can include my parents a bit. See even without some people realizing it, these days I say family I mean Sean, Lucy, Katie, Brett, Kelly, Kiki, and Vicky (and of course the one and only Papa Joe.) My folks are more extended family then any of the aforementioned. But as of late even they have made a small effort. So we'll see where that leads. Still the family is doing well, and it seems like all is copeasetic. (Pun intended, btw)
As for friends, well they are swell. Seriously my group of friends are the best! We went to see Jenny and Johnny this last week. Jenny Lewis is still my role model. She is fan-freaking-tastic live. The stateroom is also great. Probably the best venue in the salty city since the late great dv8. Before show festivities included dinner at Ichiban, delicious goes without saying. So between that the wonderful gifts that subsidized a wounded wardrobe, and my birthday dinner itself (I made a Grandma Bonnie supper of fried chicken, green beans, etc but didn't clean the kitchen Sean did that for me) well we're kicking off this 29th year in magnificent fashion.
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