Dare I say it...I think spring is here! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!! We've tilled the garden, I raked out and remulched the flower beds, pruned the raspberries - which were kind enough to chew the living daylights out of my arms, raked the lawn! We'll start planting on May 1st and I'm so stoked!
Tomorrow is Lilly's 9th birthday - I can hardly believe she's 9! She's becomming an amazing young lady. That's so odd to call her that, but she's really not a little kid anymore - well she is, but at the same time - not. She's got so much going for her, she's intelligent, kind hearted, strong willed, atheletic, and just amazing in general.
She's almost as tall as I am now and is wearing my shoes as well - and they FIT HER!!!!!!! The only pair I've deemed off limits though are my chucks...those are MINE and only MY feet will go in them...and believe me she soooooo wants them - they are red - her favorite color.
She loves to write poetry and songs - and I have to say some of the things she writes just blow me away - her brain twirls differently than mine for sure and I love to watch it spin. She is very artistic as well - give her some art supplies and paper and she's one happy camper. Dramatic too - and like her father has this booming voice - she has always been able to project to the "cheap seats".
She wants to start babysitting - so this summer I've signed her up for a babysitters clinic. She also wants to learn to knit - another class because I cannot knit, I can crochet but not knit.
She saved me from myself, when I found out I was pregnant with her I was 29 years old and not really getting anywhere in life. But I saw the little plus on the test and my first thought was, I need to get it together - it's not about me anymore. She was a rough pregnancy, I had a fibroid cycst the size of a large grapefruit develop when I was a few months pregnant. When it "died" I had an option of surgery to have it removed, but I asked if there was any risk to the baby and when I was told ther was I said no - I'll wait. It put me at high risk - and I had tons of US with her. I had said to my Dr. "this may be my one chance so I'll hang upside down in gravity boots if needed". I had the surgery when she was 6 months old, my Dr. told me I had made the right choice not having the surgery. The cyst was so large that I'd have lost her if I'd had the surgery while pregnant.
I could go on and on, but I think I'll save it for her tomorrow. I'm amazed and honored to be her momma.
Tomorrow is Lilly's 9th birthday - I can hardly believe she's 9! She's becomming an amazing young lady. That's so odd to call her that, but she's really not a little kid anymore - well she is, but at the same time - not. She's got so much going for her, she's intelligent, kind hearted, strong willed, atheletic, and just amazing in general.
She's almost as tall as I am now and is wearing my shoes as well - and they FIT HER!!!!!!! The only pair I've deemed off limits though are my chucks...those are MINE and only MY feet will go in them...and believe me she soooooo wants them - they are red - her favorite color.
She loves to write poetry and songs - and I have to say some of the things she writes just blow me away - her brain twirls differently than mine for sure and I love to watch it spin. She is very artistic as well - give her some art supplies and paper and she's one happy camper. Dramatic too - and like her father has this booming voice - she has always been able to project to the "cheap seats".
She wants to start babysitting - so this summer I've signed her up for a babysitters clinic. She also wants to learn to knit - another class because I cannot knit, I can crochet but not knit.
She saved me from myself, when I found out I was pregnant with her I was 29 years old and not really getting anywhere in life. But I saw the little plus on the test and my first thought was, I need to get it together - it's not about me anymore. She was a rough pregnancy, I had a fibroid cycst the size of a large grapefruit develop when I was a few months pregnant. When it "died" I had an option of surgery to have it removed, but I asked if there was any risk to the baby and when I was told ther was I said no - I'll wait. It put me at high risk - and I had tons of US with her. I had said to my Dr. "this may be my one chance so I'll hang upside down in gravity boots if needed". I had the surgery when she was 6 months old, my Dr. told me I had made the right choice not having the surgery. The cyst was so large that I'd have lost her if I'd had the surgery while pregnant.
I could go on and on, but I think I'll save it for her tomorrow. I'm amazed and honored to be her momma.
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