We are now proud owners of a twonager. ...can I even call myself the owner of my own child? Is that even politically correct? Do I even care? I am the owner of a twonager. A phrase I saw a fellow mum friend use when her daughter turned two. On the exact same day that Tink did! Go figure. We met on an online birth group for October 2012. And that group morphed into one. And then things happened and it morphed into a different one...and then an even different one after that. Why?
Even online, we women are still a handful when we chose to be. Which seems to be quite often if I am going to be perfectly honest. Things happened and I am no longer part of those groups. As sad as it is I don't find myself feeling the need to actually be there and partake in everything. Nor do I feel the need to justify actions, I as an adult, partake in if it's not rightfully hurting anyone. But that being said I have built wonderful, amazing, loving friendships with a few women from that group (and all the various spinoffs that came from it).
And in particular, I found myself really jiving with a fellow mum that has almost the same parenting style as me (...and that style is totally awesome with a bit of new-age old-school flybytheseatofmypants). Insert a zillion awesome and amazingly fantastic things about this lady that I cannot possibly rave enough about here. But I remember one day looking around on Etsy (curse you, you soul-sucking website full of amazing things I want!) and I found these amazing pirate pictures for Dinky's room. So I showed her the link (and let's face it, I show her a lot of links!) and she said she'd paint them.
Seriously.
She'd paint them. For Dinky.
And she did! And they're AMAZING!!!!! I honestly don't know what I'd do without her sometimes. She's always there when I need to vent, rant or just share things with. Friendship to the max!
Tink had a pretty awesome birthday party. Even though it was just both sets of grandparents here! She's two. How'd that happen?! Though now that she went a year older her energy level seems to have gone through the roof even more. Busy to the maaaaaax! R2D2 had his first Parent-Teacher-Interview today. He's excelling academically but still has some work to do with the whole can't touch other peoples things and keep still ... listen .... focu --- squirrel!
Dinky has hit a milestone this week. Two actually! First is... He graduated into size 1 diapers! And the second is... DOUBLE digits! He's now up to a whopping 10 pounds!
Took him to see the pedi today. Back to calling his office to see what's going on. Ugh. Things I really don't want to do. Honestly. It's been a month since the paperwork was sent away. A month. And still nothing.
Hopefully we get some kind of news tomorrow.
But until then, I shall laugh over the whole carving of pumpkins that happened tonight. R2D2 was pretty much in tears and gagging. Needless to say...
Next year he's painting a squash!!!
Even online, we women are still a handful when we chose to be. Which seems to be quite often if I am going to be perfectly honest. Things happened and I am no longer part of those groups. As sad as it is I don't find myself feeling the need to actually be there and partake in everything. Nor do I feel the need to justify actions, I as an adult, partake in if it's not rightfully hurting anyone. But that being said I have built wonderful, amazing, loving friendships with a few women from that group (and all the various spinoffs that came from it).
And in particular, I found myself really jiving with a fellow mum that has almost the same parenting style as me (...and that style is totally awesome with a bit of new-age old-school flybytheseatofmypants). Insert a zillion awesome and amazingly fantastic things about this lady that I cannot possibly rave enough about here. But I remember one day looking around on Etsy (curse you, you soul-sucking website full of amazing things I want!) and I found these amazing pirate pictures for Dinky's room. So I showed her the link (and let's face it, I show her a lot of links!) and she said she'd paint them.
Seriously.
She'd paint them. For Dinky.
And she did! And they're AMAZING!!!!! I honestly don't know what I'd do without her sometimes. She's always there when I need to vent, rant or just share things with. Friendship to the max!
Tink had a pretty awesome birthday party. Even though it was just both sets of grandparents here! She's two. How'd that happen?! Though now that she went a year older her energy level seems to have gone through the roof even more. Busy to the maaaaaax! R2D2 had his first Parent-Teacher-Interview today. He's excelling academically but still has some work to do with the whole can't touch other peoples things and keep still ... listen .... focu --- squirrel!
Dinky has hit a milestone this week. Two actually! First is... He graduated into size 1 diapers! And the second is... DOUBLE digits! He's now up to a whopping 10 pounds!
Took him to see the pedi today. Back to calling his office to see what's going on. Ugh. Things I really don't want to do. Honestly. It's been a month since the paperwork was sent away. A month. And still nothing.
Hopefully we get some kind of news tomorrow.
But until then, I shall laugh over the whole carving of pumpkins that happened tonight. R2D2 was pretty much in tears and gagging. Needless to say...
Next year he's painting a squash!!!
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