Last year, I had the most miserable time at my synagogue’s Purim Carnival. It was the culmination of years of crappy Purim celebrations – starting when Jessica was about a year and a half, and the rabbi dressed in a gorilla costume and scared the daylights out of her. I remember a couple of years when Sam just cried and sobbed thru the whole event – the noisemakers terrified him, and big crowds of people in general freak him out. Adding costumes and yelling doesn’t improve the situation. Last year, I was so hugely pregnant and miserable, and the kids fighting non-stop of who would get which goody from the bags of treats that get handed out prompted my vow that next year, I just flat out wouldn’t attend.
I went. Because that’s what you do when you have kids – you go to crappy celebrations that you’d rather skip because they want so much for you to be there with them. BUT – Jessie’s friend Glennys got sick very soon after we arrived, and I was able to tuck her into the car, snuggled up under a blanket, and I sat in the car and waited for an hour and a half for her mother to get there. It was awesome – not that it was good that poor Glennys was sick, but she was able to sleep, and I got to chill out in the nice sunny car with a great book and enjoyed the entire celebration so much more. But as a whole, the day was much better than I expected, Sam and Jessie had a lot of fun at the party, and Julianna just flat out loves any kind of party. After we left the synagogue, we went out for lunch and then wandered over to the park, went for a long ride and just spent time together. I loved it.
In other news – my little baby girl will be a whole year old next month. I’m shocked at how fast it went by, and so grateful for her, and I can’t wait to celebrate having survived the first year. The first birthday party, in my eyes, has not all that much to do with the child and everything to do with the parents – because really, it’s a major accomplishment to get thru that first year. Julianna’s going to go down in history as my easiest baby – but our nursing relationship is definitely the most challenging. Even now – she’s almost eleven months old, and nursing is not always easy or fun. She bites way more than Sam ever did, and is so incredibly distractable that it’s really difficult to nurse her if there’s anything else going on in the same room. And with this family – there’s ALWAYS something going on. We still nurse six-eight times a day – but at least three of those are at night, and she’s nursing just really for naps during the day.
What else was I going to post on – oh, yeah, the coffee addiction. I get excessively grumpy in the afternoons now – and find that only a cup (or two) of coffee fixes it. VERY unsure if I should try to wean myself off coffee (as a grumpy Mommy is no fun for anyone) or if I should just embrace it and plan accordingly.
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