It's September 7th...which is merely 18 days from the 25th...which pretty much sums up to the sad/exciting realization that my baby boy is practically a year old! I close my eyes for one second, and a year flies by!! How is this even possible?
I've been keeping myself busy making plans for his party...I wanna be actively involved in these yearly-traditional-celebrations...no matter how silly or senseless they may seem. We were gonna do a monkey theme, but that was gonna run about 3 times more than I wanted to pay, so I ended up at the Dollar Store (I know, but they actually have some decent stuff there) and got a bunch of bright colored, balloon decor. I'm gonna bake a cake and do monkey cupcakes, both of which I've never done before. We've been back and forth about the location of this shindig...park...house...park...house...and have landed on park, weather permitting. I hate planning get-togethers (recall my 25th birthday and my baby shower.) I'm no good at it and I take it personal when people decline my invites. So I'm only inviting a handful of people and select family...and the worse part, there's maybe 3 kids on the list. But I figure Timmy won't notice any of this, and the less kids there are, the less chaos there will be...terrible, I know, but I went to a baby shower the other day that had 15 kids ranging from 3 weeks to 14 years old, and it was a nightmare! Some bitch 2-year-old kept trying to run over my kid with a tea set cart (which he desperately wanted to play with, but she had no intent on sharing)...and her mom just laughed about it like a brain dead drone, while her 9-month-old cried in the background. Granted, I only have the one kid...but I don't leave him with a roomful of strangers to comfort him while he's crying, as I lazily putter around to fix up a bottle.
Wow...seems I'm a little judgmental today...must be that glass of wine I had earlier...or perhaps it was the one after that... ;)
Our trip to NY is quickly approaching, which has been a mess in and of itself. I bought our tickets in May, as to avoid any last minute problems. Then, a month ago I got an email from Delta telling of all the itinerary changes they'd made for us, extending our travel time by about 6 hours each way...yeah, no...I don't want to sit in two separate airports for 3 hours each, with my wonderful (soon-to-be) 1-year-old. There's no real single big reason that I don't want to sit aimlessly in an airport with my impatient fiance and baby...just a million little ones! We were able to work it all out with Delta after a ten minute phone call, thank goodness. I'm excited for our time over there...and for Drew's family to get some time with Timmy. Heaven knows how badly his mother had been aching for her grandson. I think I insulted her on accident. She kept asking me to make a list of the things Timmy would need when we visit, so I'd list off: diapers, wipes, food, car seat, and a booster or high chair. I guess that doesn't seem like enough, cuz she talked about getting a crib. I assume she plans on getting far more than necessary, and that we're gonna be met with a proposition of just staying in NY and moving in with them. So after I told her a second time that we really don't need all that much, she kinda kicked some attitude...'okay, okay, I get it.' I don't want to pay money to take Timmy to visit Drew's family, if the whole time I am made uncomfortable with constant nagging of how we need to move out there and stay with them so they can see their grandson. Maybe I'm over-reacting...which wouldn't be a first...but that's how their visit to Washington last December went. And his mom even tried to get me to talk Drew into it. But maybe, with this visit, they'll realize that I'm completely serious about bringing Timmy to visit once a year...Drew visited twice in 10 years (once for his Grandmother's funeral and then when I planned a trip out there for us all to meet...I'm kinda the assertive one with the traveling and vacations) so I can kind of understand why they think they'll hardly get to see Timmy.
All these adventures...all this lovely stress. I can't wait for all of it...and for all of it to be over! :)
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