Happy 32nd Birthday to Me!
I turn 32 on Sunday! 32 feels like a good birthday. I remember looking at my 32 year old friends when I was 25 or so and thinking "They have their lives together! 32 looks great!". Not so sure my life is necessarily "together", but it's not boring, anyways!
Life right now feels like a mess of contradictions. All I want to do is spend every hour with my baby & all I want to do is have breaks from my baby. I want to have a clean house & I don't want to be the one cleaning it. I want more excitement in my life & I also love how comfortable and secure I feel. I want to see Molly get older & I want her to stay this way forever. I want to see my friends more & I want to be a hermit. As you can see... I want everything and also nothing. So I'm basically impossible to please. Ha!
This year I want to work more on not caring so much what people (strangers) think. Will singing to Molly in the diaper aisle of the grocery store make her happy and me laugh out loud? Yes. So I'm going to do it despite a previous terror of public singing. I've had enough of playing it cool, dampening my enthusiasm for things, and hiding my emotions!I want to just be able to tell a friend I just met "I think you are so awesome and I want to hang out all the time!" and not worry that I am coming on too strong. (In thinking about this after finishing the post, I think maybe I have always been enthusiastic in telling people I like them... so maybe that part I don't need to work on. I just love people. And I like to show it.)
I just want to feel good, and happy. That's what I want 32 to be about. In fact, that's what every year should be about. For all of us!
Molly turned 6 months old this week. She is such a dream lately. I just love her to bits. She is eating veggies and brown rice cereal (after every bite she goes "MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" - so funny!), she plays with all her toys, she laughs and smiles all the time. She's so long now that she is fitting 9-12 month clothes in length. She's teething a bit. She is SO into Finn and the kitties, she gets so excited when they come in the room, kicking her legs and squealing. She blows raspberries all the time and covers everything within reach in spit bubbles. She is really feeling more now like a tiny sidekick than a helpless appendage, and it's so great. She still hates tummy time and rolling over, and only does it when prodded. She's starting to move towards sitting up, but it's a ways off. I've been trying to not look at the other babies who are crawling at 7 months, because that will most definitely not be her! But that's okay... I feel confident she will just do things on her own timeline.
So that's that! 32, coming up on Sunday. I'm psyched!