Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Kennedy Talking Gibberish
Ok, so I don't know how to work my camera phone yet. I'm so pissed I took this video in vertical versus horizontal position. Nevertheless, I'm going to post it up anyway.
A word of caution - Kennedy's hair is tore up from the floor up. She looks like a gremlin lol. I'm not going to let daddy do her hair anymore.
Anyway, this is her telling us off before she goes to bed (like she always does)....
A word of caution - Kennedy's hair is tore up from the floor up. She looks like a gremlin lol. I'm not going to let daddy do her hair anymore.
Anyway, this is her telling us off before she goes to bed (like she always does)....
Monday, February 1, 2010
Just a vent...
Kevin and I have have become "momma and papa bear". Its weird. Before, we had more patience with self centered, bratty adults. Now, we just kick you to the curb if you require too much attention or high maintenance.
Sorry folks, but we have to save that energy/focus on our kid. Kennedy is our reason for living and breathing. So when we meet someone who doesn't understand that - you're banished from Packler land.
I'll tell you a story. My mom is in her 40's. A very young grandmother. Her and I have had our disagreements through the years and I have my hangups about things she has done. My mom is young, hip, full of energy. She doesn't look a day over 35 and you'll find her usually on South Beach running a 12 minute mile or sipping mojitos on Lincoln Road. As we got older it seemed she wanted to dedicate more time to herself and less to us. Rightfully so, she was done raising her kids.
So when I was pregnant, I wasn't hopeful that she'd be around. Babies are high maintenance and surely my mom wasn't going to dedicate more of her time to my kid. She has enough on her plate.
I was wrong.
My mom has completely filled the shoes of your typical grandmother, but is someone who loves Kennedy with the same fire and passion that I do. My mom loves me. But I think that she loves Kennedy more.
and you know what? I never thought that would bring me so much joy. Love me, hate me - I don't care. Just love my baby. Love my little girl because she is my world.
It brings me peace knowing that if I ever bow out of this world prematurely, there are people who will love her just as much if not more than I do. From the incessant requests to bring her granddaughter over for a visit, to the calls asking to speak to a babbling infant - it is now that I've realized how much my mother has always loved me.
I love you mom. Even though I'm a big girl now (in her 30's) and completely capable of raising my kids on my own - you've shown me that being a mother doesn't stop when your kids turn 18. Thank you for the help, love, and strength you provide. You may not be "needed" but it is so nice to have you there.
Sorry folks, but we have to save that energy/focus on our kid. Kennedy is our reason for living and breathing. So when we meet someone who doesn't understand that - you're banished from Packler land.
I'll tell you a story. My mom is in her 40's. A very young grandmother. Her and I have had our disagreements through the years and I have my hangups about things she has done. My mom is young, hip, full of energy. She doesn't look a day over 35 and you'll find her usually on South Beach running a 12 minute mile or sipping mojitos on Lincoln Road. As we got older it seemed she wanted to dedicate more time to herself and less to us. Rightfully so, she was done raising her kids.
So when I was pregnant, I wasn't hopeful that she'd be around. Babies are high maintenance and surely my mom wasn't going to dedicate more of her time to my kid. She has enough on her plate.
I was wrong.
My mom has completely filled the shoes of your typical grandmother, but is someone who loves Kennedy with the same fire and passion that I do. My mom loves me. But I think that she loves Kennedy more.
and you know what? I never thought that would bring me so much joy. Love me, hate me - I don't care. Just love my baby. Love my little girl because she is my world.
It brings me peace knowing that if I ever bow out of this world prematurely, there are people who will love her just as much if not more than I do. From the incessant requests to bring her granddaughter over for a visit, to the calls asking to speak to a babbling infant - it is now that I've realized how much my mother has always loved me.
I love you mom. Even though I'm a big girl now (in her 30's) and completely capable of raising my kids on my own - you've shown me that being a mother doesn't stop when your kids turn 18. Thank you for the help, love, and strength you provide. You may not be "needed" but it is so nice to have you there.
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