At 3:45am this morning, I was wakened by the sound of little feet walking quickly across the hardwood laminate flooring in our room.
It was Simon.
Simon has NEVER gotten out of bed before in ALL of his 32 months. (I know. Hard to believe. But for all his crazy-making, he does stay in bed once put there, which I consider nothing short of miraculous.). I jumped out of bed, thinking something must be really wrong, but he simply said, "I pooped." and then, "I hungry."
It was Simon.
Simon has NEVER gotten out of bed before in ALL of his 32 months. (I know. Hard to believe. But for all his crazy-making, he does stay in bed once put there, which I consider nothing short of miraculous.). I jumped out of bed, thinking something must be really wrong, but he simply said, "I pooped." and then, "I hungry."
I took him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom to change his diaper. Except he wasn't dirty, just wet. Although I was slightly annoyed to have been jarred out of my slumber for only a wet diaper, I was impressed that he'd woken up for it. That he'd even NOTICED.
Baby steps.
We then headed to the kitchen where I got him a glass of water and banana to eat. So I found myself sitting in the dark, at 4am, having a snack with my two year old. Then it hit me...
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!
Happy 30th Birthday to me!
The big 3-0!
For a rare treat, I thought I'd show you these gems:
Commence oohs and ahhs. I was precious.Although it feels a bit strange to say that I'm thirty... I'm thirty? Really??... I'm handling it fine, thankyouverymuch. No crisis. No meltdown. No wailing and gnashing of teeth over the few grey hairs who have made an appearance or the baby crows feet (chick feet??) that I see when I look in the mirror. I'm okay with it. REALLY.
I've earned my stripes, like I've earned the scars, wrinkles and grey hairs. I've EARNED them. Long ago, I decided to age gracefully, so hopefully now that I'm beginning to see the beginnings of the signs, I'll be able to embrace aging as easily as I was able to embrace the idea of aging.
*Gifts of chocolate and lemon meringue pies will be gladly accepted. Email for address.*
(Where does a thirty year old getting dreads land on the "embracing aging spectrum"?? Not that I've done it yet... the discussion is ongoing.)
Happy Birthday!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting June Makes Six....and Happy Birthday to you, hope you have a great one!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! Hope you found the perfect lemon meringue pie to celebrate with!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Amy! You are most definitely aging gracefully. I honestly forgot my 30th birthday. I was so busy with D (on mat leave). I thought having one child was so much work... Oh if only I knew! Hugs to you hon!
ReplyDeleteHippo birdie two ewes. Try Thyme and again on Wellington for a lemon meringue pie.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Amy! 30! If only I was 30 again ;)
ReplyDeleteDear Amy Happy Happy 30th Birthday!!!!!!! I can still see that first picture when I look at you! You are still adorable and SOOOOOOO Young!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know if you know this, but we did not get married until we were 30. Tim was a 3 month old. We wanted to wait for my brother to be ordained!!!!! Love ya, A. Dianne
You were precious! And I tell it's you, you even look like you as a baby :)
ReplyDeleteHappy 3-0! Welcome to the club, I've been a member for a bit longer than I care to admit but I have never felt better! Hope you got your pie!
Happy Birthday! I really enjoy your blog. Thanks for all you share.
ReplyDeleteit's all lies, everyone! as precious as she may have LOOKED, looks can oh most definitely be deceiving! i remember a day, not unlike today, when that "precious" little girl would chase me around the house with knives! that's right. you heard correctly, K.N.I.V.E.S.! there were also those MANY sunday mornings b4 church that she would pin me down in the back of the van, and then i would have to go change my clothes. don't be fooled by those big brown eyes and round squishable cheeks. she was down right EVIL! oh, she claims to be a good steward to all and kind and gentle... if only you knew what lies underneath it all. i would lie awake at night in a cold sweat, not knowing what diabolical, fiendish thing she would think of to torment me with the next day. she was nothing but a conniving, sadistic, poisonous child! it doesn't surprise me that she has been able to pull the wool over everyones eyes. it's time your blogging community knew you for who you really are, amy joanna! i have waited for so many years to be able to foil your plans of riding the planet of plastics and of world domination! NO MORE, i say. NO MORE! i shall unite your followers and we will break you down, amy jo, and your perfect balance in the cosmic organization will crumble! muaHAHAH!
ReplyDeletehappy birthday, amy! 30 sounds old and scary and i hope you don't get any boils on your back (i hear that that is what happens when you get to be so old).
love you! i'll send the book soon... promise!
lynette
Happy Birthday!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! I hope it's a great one! :)
ReplyDeleteI honestly think that people get more and more beautiful as they age. Honestly. There's somethin to be said about character and wisdom coming through as people get older. I think God made us to get wrinkles and laugh lines to show how loved we were, how much we loved. Look at a childs favorite toy or blanket... it's not the pretty perfect clean item in the corner, it's the one with tears stitched back up, the threads gone, faded, stained... and yet it is loved more than any other. So yes... aging gracefully is 'in'.
And those silver hairs just add value, right? ;)
Happy Birthday Amy!
ReplyDeleteYour post totally made me giggle :)
I really think you should write a book!
P.S Lynette, you are hilarious too....you sound a lot like my little sister ;)
30 and dreads are called "pre-mid-life crisis". So much for aging gracefuly...
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Oh, I love lemon meringue pie! Now I'm craving it! :) Happy belated!
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