November 17, 2009

4.17: So there!

Rex and I were having a discussion about turning Owen's car seat forward facing. Calling it a discussion makes it sound way more heated than it was. Really, Rex mocked me a little and laughed at me for "babying" my baby.

And to be fair, there are ways in which I try to keep my youngest child a baby as long as I can. I nursed him longer than the other two. I probably carry him more than I did the girls at this age. I feed him, rather than letting him wield the spoon more often than I did with my older kids. (Although, to be fair, part of that is that he still lets me, most of the time. The rest is a matter of practicality: If I let Owen have the spoon and applesauce, a bath becomes a certainty. I'm too lazy for all that.)

I retorted that I waited at least as long, if not longer, to turn each of the girls. Hell, Katie didn't even make legal weight until she was 18 months! And I knew that I had waited quite a while with Jamie, that she was almost two.

And because I can never let anything go (Just ask Rex!) I spent an hour tonight looking through my old blog for references to turning car seats.

Jamie got to face forward at 21.5 months.

Katie was just a hair over 20 months.

Owen won't be 20 months until next week, and I plan to turn his seat as soon as the weather gets warm enough for me to want to stay outside.

Take that, Mama mocker!

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go rock my little man to sleep.

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June 23, 2008

Twoo wuv

Today is our 7th wedding anniversary, and I'm sure I'm supposed to be writing some super sappy post about how much I adore my husband, that I love him more every day, blah blah blah. I rarely even think of up and leaving him, so I guess we're doing ok.

Last year after Mother's Day, I was really pissed at Rex. I wasn't particularly happy with life either, and I actually thought about leaving him. I started listing all the reasons I was pissed off, all the things he did wrong. But then I turned it around, and tried to think of ways my life would be better without him in it.

I couldn't think of a single one.

I love you, babe. And I still can't think of anything better than being with you.

Posted by me at 10:09 PM | Comments (1)