Still, I was surprised to see that he was 10 1/2 lbs a day shy of 4 weeks. Crikey! I sure know how to 'fat up' a baby. Charley gained like crazy at the start too.
So, to all the folk who haven't managed to get here to see Sam yet, I'm sorry to say you've missed that sweet, little, squishy, under-10lb stage. He's now into fat-cheek, hungry-monster, growing out of first size of clothing stage.
In other news, I'm old.
Today I turn the desperately old age of 35. I'm pretty sure that this qualifies as a not-at-all-young-ish age. I'm getting very, very far from my "going to school" age, and closer and closer to my 'middle-age', whatever that means. Plus, I'm a tired-out, flabby-bellied mother of two. With wrinkles. And grey hair starting to come in.
And, no... 35 is not the new 25. It's exactly 35... unless you are fit and rested and haven't had any kids. Perhaps then you are credited a few years.
Oh, and did I mention that Sammy's present to me was to barf in my face (right in my FACE!) last night in the dark. Here I was trying to comfort the wee gas-master back to sleep, when an explosion of hot and wet hit me. And I didn't even see it coming. He sighed, as if to say that he felt much better after that. I was so tired that I mopped my face with a nearby blankie and went back to sleep with a wet shirt on. How pathetic is that?
I'm not going to post a photo of my 35 year old self today. I'm too bedraggled (and still possibly barf-covered), so here's a shot of me from when I was much more perky and youthful.
On second thought... perhaps a photo from today would have been more flattering. Ah, the days when I willingly let my mother cut my hair (nice, even bangs) and had yet to experience the joy of braces on my teeth. I like how my earrings almost make me look like a girl. Almost, but not quite.
Oh, but I did LOVE that wallpaper. They don't make it like that anymore.
Please feel free to forward all the reasons it's good to be 35. I'll be sure to add them as an addendum. For now, I'll go and put my (old) feet up and enjoy my toddler-free Hannah-morning. Just me and ol' Barfy.
xo
3 comments:
Happy Birthday, gorgeous, wonderful woman. I had no idea you were even thirty, let alone 35. Not that there is anything but wonderful about 35, just that you don't look a day over 25.
Sending tons of birthday love to you, hot mama! And that belly flab is going to go away, skinny mini. Remember, it's only been four weeks since you last hosted gigantor baby. Give yourself a break.
Oodles of love, birthday girl.
xxoo
PS. That is quite possibly the cutest childhood photo EVER.
I've been trying all day to come up with reasons that '35' isn't so bad. So far, the best I can come up with is that it isn't 40, so that's good. And I think that 35 is the new 15, so you're laffin'!
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