Well, this is it.
I did NaBloPoMo.
I wish I had had more time, because I actually still have some great ideas for posts, but not enough time in which to flesh them out. Plus, blogging from my phone sucks.
On the other hand, I wrote some things I’m pretty proud of. I pushed myself in ways I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t committed to blogging every single day for a month.
At the same time, I’m looking forward to returning to living my daily life for the sake of living it (or for the sake of keeping my kid alive) instead of for the sake of blogging about it.
Thank you to my new readers! Thank you to the Nano Poblano team who supported me. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to read and comment on more blogs this month. There’s been a lot going on.
And now it’s time for me to shave this mustache. That’s what we’ve been doing this whole month, right?
While I’ve been back in my childhood home, I’ve been going through boxes of my old stuff in an effort to reduce clutter in my life.
One issue is that I am a sentimental person, and even as a kid, I kept everything. Ticket stubs, brochures, every paper I wrote, every exam I took…I saved it all. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self to let go of stuff, because it’s making it harder for me to get rid of it now.
I go through an inner struggle with many items I come across. Do I need this? Do I have space for this? Will I miss this? Oh, but it’s evidence of my hard work and/or good times!
Some things are easier to throw out than others. Math exams? Gone. Old birthday cards? Trashed. But some things are just too good to go.
This freaking awesome life-sized cardboard cutout was given to me by my college boyfriend and I can’t let it go. It has nothing to do with who gave it to me, it’s just a really bitchin’ thing to have on hand.
Legolas was there at my college graduation party, proudly displaying my cap and gown. He’s watched over me sleeping all those years. He valiantly posed for countless drunken selfies with my roommates and me before selfie was even a word. He’s been more loyal than most partners. And damnit, even though he has no real use, he’s not going anywhere.
Today, we have a very important guest blogger here at Psychobabble who needs no introduction.
Yes, it’s NaBloPoMo, but I’m on vacation and I’m tired. Give me a break. (Who decided to make NBPM during the holiday season, anyway? Someone who hated quality family time, that’s who.)
Without further ado:
This post was brought to you by the cutest 15 month old I know.
You’re welcome, blogosphere.
I’m gonna be a braggy, gushy mama for a second.
It’s so awe inspiring to watch my little man learn and grow. So quickly, too. And to be able to share that with family in short bursts.
For instance, on this trip so far, the kid has started enthusiastically signing ‘dog’ for the first time, and just tonight he said his third word in context for the very first time – kitty. The cutest part– he whispers it, like it’s a smug little secret.
We’ve counted, and he can produce 14 signs and can follow simple verbal commands!
my attempt at capturing his first haircut this week…
This is so fun, you guys.
So proud of my little boy.
Thanksgiving is almost over and I need to post on my blog
Today my kid got licked in the face by a dog
Food was eaten, some got sauced
We watched the Packers who sadly lost
Today’s California weather was unseasonably cold
We visited with family young and old
We ate turkey and pie
Until I felt like I might die
How very very thankful am I
One of the best things about being a parent is getting to relive the best parts of your own childhood.
A subset of this experience is getting to read beloved childhood books to my son with the same kind of enthusiasm and weird voices that my parents used to read to me.
Here are a few of my favorite books from childhood that I am now reading to my kid. These were my favorites not because of the stories they told, but because of the way my parents told them.
The Cat in the Hat
I had this book memorized, and I can still recite the first several pages by heart. Growing up, my Dad would quote this book, especially when my brother and I complained we were bored. “It’s fun to have fun, but you have to know how!”
Millions of Cats
This books was hilarious to me. Spoiler alert – a lot of the cats kill and eat each other. Like, a lot. Doing the voices of the Very Old Man and Very Old Woman is quite fun.
But No Elephants
This is another quotable classic, made famous in my household because my parents would add “But nooooo elephants!” onto any request to which they acquiesced, as a way of expressing the whole everything in moderation philosophy.
The Monster at the End of This Book
This was my favorite by far, just because my Dad was soooo strong that he kept turning pages that Grover tied shut, or built brick walls over…all to save us from the monster that – spoiler alert – ends up being lovable, furry old him. “Oh, I am soooo embarrassed…”
What childhood books were your favorites???
We were driving in the car, listening to the radio.
I’m driving my Dad’s car while we’re home, and so I’m not familiar with it. Plus, I’m a bad driver. Let’s just say I was distracted at best.
The DJ was saying, “There are three kinds of people in this world-”
I listened in as I was waiting to turn left.
“- people who complete tasks–”
And then there was an opening and I started to turn. The radio cut out as we moved.
“Oh! I wanted to hear the rest of that!” I screamed.
Brian looked at me. He kinda laughed. “Haha, very funny.”
I looked at him. “What? The radio cut out and I wanted to hear it.”
He paused. “…it was a joke. He did finish it.”
“What? But he said there were three kinds of people!”
“Yup. He did.”
“…the radio didn’t cut out, did it?”
Now that I type this, I think this is one of those things where you just had to be there, because we laughed so hard that I was crying and nearly had to pull over.
Clearly I am the type of person who likes to have tasks finished. And I guess I’ll never know who the other two types are.
We made it to California after a stressful flight home. The child just wanted to move, and who could blame him?
So now we’re here. Family, rolling hills, In N Out.
Today is Label Day!
Here are the labels I’ve chosen for myself: Feminist Mama.
I feel like these labels have chosen me, really.
Feminism has gotten a bad rap. Although, now that I think about it, there has always been (and most likely will always be) backlash against feminism…because if not, then there was no need for the label in the first place. The definition of feminism is simple: the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men. That makes me a feminist. In the words of Maya Angelou – “I’m a feminist. I’ve been a female for a long time now. It’d be stupid not to be on my own side.” So there you have it.
Mama. I’ve wanted to be one for as long as I can remember. And then ovarian cancer made it so I might not be able to be (a biological) one. I wish I could have known ahead of time that all that worrying about infertility was fruitless (excuse the pun), but such is life. I am so, so grateful to be able to raise my sweet boy. He brings the joy (and farts) into my world.
So those are my chosen labels.
Tell me, what are yours?
NaBloPoMo Day 21