I have let the days slip away, and I didn't post a blog last week. My days of staying in and being lazy are gone. If Birdie is awake and inside for more than an hour, she's bored out of her bleeping mind, and I'm sure my neighbors want to bleeping kills us. But, how can I even complain? This California sunshine is Heaven!
Birdie is creeping up on seven months and this is such a fun stage... Although, I'm sure I'll say this every month. Her personality is shining and she's quite the little explorer! We have found so many awesome outdoor activities to do with our little monster and I'm loving our time out and about.
We found a great little gem in Marina Del Rey called Mothers Beach, and this is where we spent our St. Paddy's Day- so much different {and better} than the years before. Mothers Beach isn't really even a "beach", it is actually a little bay where boats are docked but it's bleeping perfect! The sand is short, there is a playground, a picnic area, and get this...no waves. Birdie couldn't have loved it more; the sand, the water, the birds, the sunshine! And I'll admit it, Emanuel and I loved the two hour nap that followed.
We spent our Tuesday catching some rays and rocking out to a band at the beautiful Americana in Glendale. This isn't a first and most definitely not a last, so much fun and we usually have a run-in with Birdie's hunky little friend, Ryker.
The week only got better. We left the L.A. gloom and headed up to spend the weekend in Big Bear. My aunt and uncle own the lovely Eagle's Nest Bed and Breakfast and we escape there as often as we can. If you're ever looking for an awesome weekend get away, I highly suggest you check out their place! Birdie had such a bleeping blast up there! We let her ride my aunts dwarf horses, and she had some q.t. with their pups and cat. We took a walk around the lake and she couldn't take her eyes off of the water and trees. She's a little nature girl.
We are so happy Spring has finally arrived! The weather is great and our days seem to be becoming busier and busier. California love!!! Where else are you really bleeping lucky enough to spend time in the city, the suburbs, the beach and the mountains all in one week?
Last week, after finding out I am a stay at home mom, a woman asked me, "Like, what do you do all day?" I, like, sit on my bleeping ass, watch bleeping soap operas, and eat bleeping bon-bons, you bleeping moron!
It isn't news to me that some people assume being a stay at home mom (or dad) is an easy "job". I know more than one person who thinks that my job is less important than theirs, or that my day is much easier and more lax than theirs, or that I've given up on any and all of my dreams to stay home with my kid. To these assumptions, I say you're wrong!
You got me, I watch daytime television. I am a Dr. Phil fanatic and I do watch him almost every day... but very rarely in one sitting! And I can almost guarantee you this blog will take me two sittings to post. Once Birdie finally falls asleep for the nap she just lost to, I scramble together her dirty bottles, toys and/or laundry with the hopes of finishing with at least five minutes to sit down and pick up where I left off the last time I tried watching one of my guilty pleasures.
While most of you enjoy stepping out of the office for an hour on your lunch break, I'm making a peanut butter sandwich with one hand while holding my daughter with the other {as she desperately tries getting any and everything in her reach}, then scarfing it down in two minutes tops. That is, of course, on the days I have enough time to eat anything at all before 2:00pm. I don't get to step out for a breather when things get a little bleeping crazy, or clock out at 5:00 for the next 15 hours.
I may not be managing a store or running a restaurant or teaching a class, but I'm raising a human being. If you're out in the work field and that's the life you've dreamed of, more power to you and I truly think that's fantastic, but don't knock me because my dreams don't align with yours. The life I always dreamt of for myself is the one I am living. I am watching my daughter learn and grow, and it's happening way too bleeping quickly. In the blink of an eye she has found something brand new to explore and there is no way, if I don't have to, that I want to miss any of those things.
So, like, what do I do all day? I, like, wake up and live my bleeping dream! My alarm clock {Birdie} goes off way bleeping earlier than I want it to, and I drink a cup of coffee to survive the first few hours. I make annoying voices and sing The Itsy Bitsy Spider, and I read the same six bleeping books over and over and over again. I move from the floor to the pack and play to the jumparoo back to the floor every 15 minutes and I visit the outside world at least once a day to keep my kid {and myself} from going bleeping bonkers. I clean multiple bottles, and spit up, and poopy diapers. When 7:00pm rolls around, I give my baby a bath, a massage, I read her Guess How Much I Love you, and I put her to bed. Once she is asleep, I cook dinner, do dishes and watch a show that's been recorded with my husband. Then at the end of my day, I lay down in bed, exhausted, and I thank God for making my dreams come true and pray for another day like the one that I was just lucky enough to have lived!
