Do you know that it is 2009? Well k I'm sure you do know, but if you are suffering from a sufficient hangover you may have forgotten or just not have the capability of really grasping the fact that it is a WHOLE NEW YEAR. I have been thinking lots of thoughts about this.
I'm working on some really good resolutions, for one. Hey look sometimes quality superscedes timeliness. Actually that is sort of a motto for my life. But anyways...I'm also thinking about the year ahead and how rockin awesome it is going to be, and kinda about all the big things that might jump out of 2009 and go: "RAWR!!!!!" and what I'll say back.
But before I get to fussing all over 2009 I thought I'd say a fond farewell to '08, which frankly I think has gotten a bad rap. Besides sort of letting me down at the very end there, 2008 was definitely on my list of VIP buddies, and I think we all know why.
2008 was the Year of Little One. Can't beat that.
It's amazing to think about the length of time and the totally consuming effect on life that bringing a new little person into the world involves, but pretty much ALL of 2008, for me, was about getting Little One to go from a really really serious Wish through a few actual molecules, a squirmy little larvae, and a Jackie-Chan-kicking-alien-looking thingy, to an actual, real live mini-person out here in the World, turning into a Somebody.
It was sometimes hard. Like the time I was puking vegetable soup through my nose. It was sometimes fun, like when I felt those first little squirms or when strangers gave me their seat on the metro. It was huge and miraculous and made me have to pee a lot. In the end, for me, 2008 was a re-incarnative cocoon which I went into as just C and came out of a Mom.
So I thought I'd put out a few pictures of The Transformation in memory of 2008. And I'd also like to say, hey. Sure there was like, war and recession and global warming and stuff, but go a little easy on 2008. It did something good, too.
Just about a year ago
J opening his gift and learning the news. Yup it was a pee stick. I'm romantic like that.
Telling the fam. Look closely at my mom's shirt. But not too closely, creepy.

A couple months along, pretty sure I had a belly already. ha.
five- actual belly sportage now





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