Traffic Feed

I admit, I visit my own blog maybe twice a week now. I remember when I would visit it every day because it served as a homepage for all the blogs I would read. But Facebook has long since replaced Blogger as my go to for daily news on friends. and those eho arent friends but are on my feed. (Effin' FB, you seductive wench with your easy ways!)
Decided to peruse my blog since its 2:48 AM and im oretty caught up on FB. Glanced over at the live feed to see who visited. Something I rarely do now but, thanks to two glasses of wine from happy hour that are now keeping me up, Im back on my blog. Anyway, I noticed one visitor read an entry of mine from 2007. So I read the blog post.
It was about my engagement shoot and my old college roommate's wedding. I raved about our photography session (which is funny because now that we know a lot more from experiences with other photographers, it wasn't as spectacular as I once raved nor were the photos) and went into great detail about the wedding.
I used to write about so many things! I know, I know. There are too many entries in which I write that I miss writing and how I blame the ease of Facebook. Same old tired rant. But when I get a chance to read old entries, I'm floored by how much I used to write. And then I reminisce.
Got to be better about it. It's just so damn tricky to make the time.

The Bun's First Day of Preschool

(Posted two weeks later)
So proud of her! She had such a great attitude in the morning. No tears from her ... Or mama! It is a much busier place than her day care but she adjusted like a champ! According to her teachers, she was reserved but friendly. And helpful! If only I can get her to be as helpful at home;)
In the two weeks she's been there, The Bun has already made two "best friends". I'm not sure if she knows what a best friend really is but the afternoon said they're very nice.
I told The Man I was concerned she would be attracted to kids that aren't very nice (I call them frenemies-kids who say they like you but than do mean things). I admit, these are the kind of kids I was drawn to when I was younger and relationships with frenemies are so unhealthy!) Especially since there was one child her day care provider said was The Bun's best friend. But The Bun would tell me at home how this child would behave and this kid sounded like a bully. I worried that she would have the same bad habit about picking friends as her mama. But these two girls she calls her friends sound like a good bunch:)
I hope she continues to have a wonderful time. Knowing The Bun is having a happy childhood makes the daily grind well worth it.

Growing, growing, growing.

2013 has brought so many changes in our lives.

I’m grateful for all the blessings my family has received. I got a great new job. Practically at the same time, we bought a home that is really fantastic for our family and in a good school district.

With all these blessings, comes change. As I grow older, I realize that with time, in general, there will always come change. I know I’ve gotten to be much more sentimental lately but getting older does this to me. I argue that becoming a parent also does this to me!

I spent 25+ years wanting to grow up so I could do things I couldn't do before. Moving up grades, going to high school, learning to drive, going to college, getting a good job … always striving to complete something or accomplish something so I can move on to the next challenge. Time didn’t feel so fast.

Now that I’m in my 30s and a mama, time just flies!

I promise, I have a point. I know I ramble like a little old lady but I’m getting there.

Today we said goodbye to The Bun’s day care provider. Monique has helped take care of The Bun since she was 4 ½ months old. It was scary, the idea of a stranger taking care of my helpless baby. So, so scary. But Monique came strongly recommended by a mom in my Mommy’s Group who entrusted two of her kids with Monique! One was only a month older than The Bun. I thought that was a pretty good testimonial.

At first, my parents (primarily my mom) watched The Bun four days a week, Monique watched her for one. As time went by, we knew we could trust Monique to take good care of her. And my parents also needed the rest because of illnesses and age. For the past year, Monique watched The Bun for three days, my mom for two. I feel so blessed to be able to have such an arrangement and blessed to have the peace of mind that my baby was well cared for.

But now she’s nearly four years old. Preschool aged. And with all those other changes like moving to and working in a different city, taking The Bun to Monique’s was also no longer convenient. It added about 40 minutes to my commute. All these factors were telling us it was time to move The Bun from a day care provider to a school setting in our new hometown. So smack dab in the middle of escrow (well, when it was looking like we were good to close), we found The Bun’s school.

We gave Monique four weeks notice because we wanted to give her that respect. This woman was part of the small village that raised the amazing little girl we have now. Just like The Man and my parents, I see little bits of Monique in The Bun’s mannerisms. So I think it’s understandable why this goodbye is a little bittersweet. This wonderful caretaker did her job and did it well.

With change also comes anxiety. Remember, I’m the one who, in addition to becoming sentimental is also filled with anxiety when it comes to change. The Bun will have exposure to so many new and foreign things to us. New teachers and lots of new classmates. Will they be kind to her? Will any bully her? Will she love it there? Will she pick up bad habits?

I think not-so-secretly, the village would love to keep The Bun in a bubble. If we could keep time exactly as it is, I think we would all be content. But that’s just not how life works. We have to roll with the punches, try to prepare ourselves as much as possible but also know that we can’t prepare for everything.

Monique doesn't own a computer so she will never find this blog. But I just want to thank her for her huge role in the Bun’s life and for being part of our village. (And if you can believe it, I have tears in my eyes as I write this. Damn my age, motherhood and nostalgia:/)