If you came here to party, welcome! My name is morninglight mama (okay, it's Dawn, you get it, morninglight?), and this is my little space on the web. Feel free to look around, we enjoy visitors here. My life story, as it stands right now- I am a stay-at-home mom (although I do more than just stay at home...) with three children- the big kid who is 7, the toddler who is almost 2, and the baby who will be 4 months old this week. Every day is a wacky adventure, as you can see by our lovely photo over there on the right. Welcome to my world.
I've been thinking for quite a while now about how I wanted this Ultimate Blog Party post to go. I'm not feeling particularly decisive right now, so here you have my 'party post' in three parts. You, my dear reader, may choose the one you want to party with.
Post number 1: Party pooper
If you've ever been here before, you probably are full aware that poop is a veritable fixture in my blogging. Yup, you heard me, poop. Poop is actually a label on my blog. My life revolves around it, it seems. Between the baby and the toddler, I must change 7,342 poopy diapers a day. Well, the toddler has officially earned a new title- tub pooper. Oh yeah, that's right, she did it again. She's now got an actual triple crown in pooping in the tub.
Last night, my wonderful step-mother-in-law, who is visiting for a few days, volunteered to give H a bath, and after a little bit, the big kid decided to head up there to hang out with them. A good ten minutes into the bathtime, J comes barrelling down the stairs yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!" He then declares, "Something terrible- H pooped in the tub AGAIN, and Ava said it was no big deal, but IT IS A BIG DEAL, there's poop floating in the tub, and she just picked it up with HER BARE HAND and dumped it in the toilet. You have to come quick!" Oh, the drama.
So, there you have it, my almost-two-year-old little girl apparently has a thing for pooping in the tub. My little party-pooper.
Post number 2: There's no party like an old-friends-party
Yesterday was an eventful day, other than the amazing-pooping-kid, in that I got to hang out in the afternoon with four dear friends. We all worked together at my old school, so we have the shared experience of working in a soap-opera-like-environment, and better yet, we all consider ourselves the best teachers they've ever seen at that joint. (I can truly attest to the other four being the best, as they all were my son's teachers at some point in the big kid's three years of preschool and kindergarten education.) Beside the work thing, we all just seem to get along in a great way. You wouldn't guess it, though. Five women- two in their 20's, two in their 30's, one in her 40's. Five women- three married, two single. Five women- two with kids, three without. Our life experiences are all over the board, as are our interests, although our politics all seem to hover around the same principles. All that being said, we're five unique people, but they are some of the best people I've ever known.
Last night as I lay on the baby's floor (long story, but last night's sleeping accommodations sucked big time), all I could do was kick myself for not getting a picture of the five of us. Three of them still work at the school, although I'm not sure how long that will last, and one of them has moved all the way to the other side of the world. (Okay, she just moved to Indiana, but from Maryland, it's still VERY far away.) Yesterday was probably the only time this year that we'll all be in the same place at the same time, and once again, I forgot to photographically document the moment. The image in my head will have to suffice, I guess. What I'm trying to get at here, in a very roundabout way, is that I am thankful for my friends, for the things we have in common and the ways in which we differ. It makes for a very interesting party.
And finally, post number 3: Party of one
I've been asking myself the big questions lately. Who am I? Why am I here? Okay, okay, not really, but some big ones nonetheless. More like- How in the world do I have three children? Life is so very different than it was just 12 short months ago. It was right around this time last year that I peed on that little stick and two minutes later began the 18-hour-crying-jag that ultimately ended with acceptance. Not joy right away, if I'm being quite honest. That took a week or so, to tell the truth. For days, the overwhelming feelings of fear, dread, and terror filled my psyche. I simply could not process what life could possibly look like with three kids. In our tiny house. On our tiny budget. With the tiny bit of sanity I was still desperately clinging to.
Fast forward a year later, and here we are. We're all living in the tiny house, even with the requisite baby equipment in every corner and the toddler's toy supply multiplying after the holidays. The checkbook remains written in with black ink... most of the time. We're as sane as possible, I imagine. Each day starts with the cry of a child (I think they alternate on a pre-determined schedule), is then filled with various cries/screams/shouts shuffled between the two littlest ones, homework actually gets done, clothes mostly get washed/dried/put away, and all three kids eventually fall asleep (although the staying asleep part isn't quite there yet). Then the next day begins. And, you know what? I even smile, much more often than I anticipated I would just a year ago. For all that fear, dread and terror of 12 months past, life is actually quite good. That's as good a reason as any to party.
So there you have it- my life in three parts, kinda like that This American Life radio show. Maybe less intellectual, but hopefully a little entertaining at least. Did you have a favorite party- poopy kid, ode to old friends, or a trip down introspective road? Thanks for stopping by my blog- it's always a party around here.
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