Ahhhh Trinity is about to turn 1! This makes me super sad. What happened to my sweet little baby? She got way too big, way too fast. And what on earth do you do for a 1-year-old's birthday party? It's not like she really has an interest in anything. She'll never remember what we do, and in fact, she might freak out a little by lots of people being loud and all up in her business. As of now she can't even walk! She's getting close though. I bet by her birthday she'll be there. She crawls at the speed of light, and gets into everything she's not supposed to. It's amazing she hasn't swallowed or choked on something horrible. It all goes into her mouth.
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| So inappropriate and amazing. I swear we really aren't that white trash. |
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| She stands pretty well, and she loves to make the remote change the TV. I feel like she's a 30-year-old in a baby's body. |
For now, the tentative birthday plan is to have a nice gathering at a park with a big covered area in case in rains. That way the kids can run around all nuts and play on the toys while the adults hang out. But seriously that would still suck if it rains. I'm too much of a control freak to just hope it doesn't rain. Dah! I have a feeling this is going to be an issue for the rest of her life. March is kind of a crappy time to have a birthday. Sorry kid. Maybe if you would have waited a few more weeks....No. There's no way I would have made it any longer. Her birthday is also the opening day of The Hunger Games movie, and I really want to go. Is that bad? I'm new to this. Do I make goody bags? A cake? cupcakes? It's not like she has other kid friends. Maybe we should skip the party thing altogether and we could just take her to the zoo or something (again, there's the rain issue). I give up.
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| Terrorist Beeb. I see an evil streak ahead. |
So, I work now. Yay! Boo! Such a bittersweet feeling. I really really like my job so far. There's a lot of freedom to make my own hours or even work from home, which will eventually allow me more time with Beeb once I'm confident enough about knowing what I'm doing. There's something very satisfying in actually doing what you set out to do with your life, even if it isn't exactly what you had in mind. For me, it never is, since what I usually have in mind are illusions of grandeur (i.e., being paid to travel the Caribbean islands and write about it, while on the beach with an umbrella drink). I figure since I overpaid a state college for a piece of paper saying I'm qualified enough to coherently construct a sentence, I should actually get paid to construct said sentence. So far, so good.
It's tax time! I thought that would be more exciting than it really was. I had expectations all these years (always a mistake) that when you had a baby you got all this money because kids are money-sucking little parasites. Maybe it would make more of a dent if I had like three or more children, but the credit was basically invisible. I kept re-entering her information, hoping it would take effect, but lo and behold, it already had. Super sad. What did make a difference was entering all the medical expenses for her birth. I know they say your children are priceless, but I added it up and mine cost me just shy of $10,000. Out of pocket. That is absolutely ridiculous, especially since I had no medical interventions! And I have insurance!! Use protection kids.
Today is Valentine's Day, so I should give a shout out to my love:
Trinity, you taught me the meaning of true, unconditional love, and even though you are only going to cost more as time goes on, you really are a priceless addition to our lives. Love You Beeb!
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| Sweet V-Day sweatsuit. Still waiting for hair! |
Hehe just kidding. Travis, you are my love. The other night, we were being slugs on the couch watching the Grammy's, and Chris Brown was performing. You did something I didn't expect. You turned the channel in disgust and said you didn't want to watch someone who beats women. You added that even though you sometimes just want to....*clenches fists and teeth*....strangle me, you'd never actually do anything to hurt me. For some bizarre reason, I found this to be one of the most endearing things you've ever said. I'm pretty sure you're telling the truth, because I've tested your patience and it takes a lot of effort to even draw out a harsh word. I know I don't tell you enough, but thank you so much for all you do for me and our little party of three.
P.S.: I had to write this here because I forgot to buy a card, you never check your email, and you don't have Facebook. Also, I'm going to be so pissed if you buy me a million dollar bouquet of roses that I'm going to throw away next week. What I'd really like is a housekeeper. I don't even care if she cleans in the nude on your day off.
Love ya!
