I've attended a lot of baby showers in my 25 years but nothing prepares you for attending your own. I knew that it would be a good time because it was composed of my family, friends and good food but I did not realize how unreal it would feel to have it be about the little person growing inside of me. Being pregnant is weird, having people look at your belly knowing a small entity is taking up residence there is a little disconcerting. I feel as though I have stepped into an episode of X-Files when I see my stomach roll and bounce with Aiden's many movements. It looks very similar to what is depicted in the show when an alien inhabits a human host's body, and my imagination is active enough to play out the possibilities in my head. I digress. The baby shower was hosted at my Grandparents house (Aiden's Great-grandparents) on December 18, 2011 by a slew of my family members. It was so great to see both sides of my family together, and watch them participate in the baby shower games. I loved how creative they were and how my whole family really worked to make the day a memorable one. The food was fantastic of course, my family delivers nothing but the very best when it comes to the department of nourishment. I am so thankful for all the gifts that everyone got for Aiden, each one chosen with care and thoughtfulness.I can't wait to put Aiden in all of his outfits, he is going to be one well-dressed kid! I'll make sure to post pics of him in all his clothes from the baby shower, so you can all see the gifts you bestowed upon us in action. :) My very special thanks goes out to those who helped us with the big ticket items, you know who you are, the three of us greatly appreciate your love and generosity. Thank you everyone that made my baby shower so special, I am truly a lucky and loved girl and little Aiden is already one spoiled little man. :)
Thursday, December 15, 2011
|Me, Grandpa and my Mom|
|My Mom and I after we climbed up the "mountain" alone.|
|Mom and Grandpa in front of Bell Rock.|
|Auntie Marilyn and Mara at the train station.|
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Never before has the song "I'll Be Home for Christmas" held so much meaning for me. It has been six months since I have seen my family, the longest stretch that I have ever had to endure. Every day that I am away from my family, the realization of just how much they mean to me strengthens. My family is so much more than a compilation of people who are related to me, it contains my dearest and truest friends. I have the kind of family that I actually want to spend time with, they are people I would choose to associate myself with even if there was no relation at all. I feel truly blessed and thankful to be going "home" for Christmas.
Monday, December 5, 2011
My fiance is a self proclaimed "cookie monster." Although he will pretty much put away any cookie that is put in front of him, there is none like the iconic chocolate chip. I can barely pull a batch out of the oven without half of them disappearing before the pan hits the cooling rack. My family has a knack for making delicious chocolate chip cookies, a trait that I have been lucky enough to inherit (at least according to my fiance and all the teachers at A.M.W middle school). I actually think that the ring on my left hand has a lot to do with how much my fiance loves and enjoys my chocolate chip cookies. This is my favorite Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe, every batch turns out picture perfect and makes a cookie that is (in my opinion) the perfect consistency.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Who would have thought I would be at this point in my life at this moment. I am engaged and about to be a parent. I am teaching even though I absolutely hate my job. I am doing all that I can to change my life for the better. I am taking the opportunities as they come my way. I am opening as many doors as I can in hopes the right one stays open. In a few short months my whole life has spiraled into a place I never fathomed could exist. Yet, I feel as though my journey has truly not even left the docks. I try to step back and take it all in but the magnitude of the possibilitiesis absolutely astonishes me. I am going to be a father, a husband and the man of a family of my own. I have a woman who loves me for my flaws as well as the bright spots I bring. We seem to mesh well together as she is the yin to my yang. All in all, I can only do the best that I can do and do I hope that will be enough.
Tomorrow, I make the trek once again across the country to save my damsel because I am missing her immensely. In a short amount of time, I have grown quite accustomed to her presence. I rather enjoy hearing her voice in the morning. The brief kiss in the morning on the way to work. He snuggling squirms at night when she is cold in her sleep. I miss her smiling face when I get off work early or the scorn I may receive when I am not home when I said I would be. It is perhaps best put- I love her.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
It is a common misnomer that pit bulls are vicious, man-eating, killer dogs. Clearly, those quick-to-judge people have never met our two pathetic puppies. We have two pit bulls, Diesel and Piper, who are big sissies and about as savage as snoozing salamanders. Dave and I have had a running joke going about their aversion to the cold since we saw the movie "Eight Below."