Cheers to 200 Posts!

Dear Readers,

Right this minute you are reading my 200th post. Whether you started following my Monster and I on our adventure right at the beginning or this is the first post you're reading I want to Thank you for your love and support on my journey into mommyland!

In this blog you'll find almost a day-to-day account of my life as a mom from the time Monster was about 3 months old onwards. I started this blog for myself, so that I could record small everyday things that happen to us as a family, and HUGE life changing events like Monster's First Christmas. I plan on printing my entries and fashioning a book of some sorts so that I can look back on this stage of my life and in all honesty cry. I'm a crier, so it's not hard to make me cry.

I also hope that my children will read my entries and see what it was like for Hubbs and I at the beginning. I can't see how they'd be even remotely interested until they're on thier way to making a family for themselves. A time so far into the future that it kind of scares me to even think about!

Anyways! Thank you form the bottom of my heart for those of you who read and contribute to this tiny piece of history for me and my tiny family.

Love.

Parental Love

Love is a feeling that never ceases to amaze me. Just when I think I have it all figured out... BAM! Curveball!

Hubbs and I have been together for over 5 years now, and I've never once questioned or doubted my love for him. Probably because we started dating in June 2005, but in March of 2005 I already knew I wanted to marry him. I thought I knew love inside out, and had experienced all that I could just from loving my husband.

Until I became a mom.

The love I feel for Monster makes me want to apologize a million times to my own mom. I was a good kid, but sometimes I was mean and spiteful. As a child I just didn't understand the love my mom and dad had for me, how could I?

How could anyone ever begin to explain the magnitude? Parental love is also a need to protect, a strive to be the best, a will to be a better person so that the child is too.

How does any parent live after hearing the "I hate you"s of puberty? How does any parent live when your teenager hates you?

I guess I can only hope Monster is a mamas boy and loves me forever.


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Dear Auntie...

Auntie.

One simple word. Yet, it means more to me then you could ever know.

Auntie, is a women who loves me almost as much as my mommy with her whole heart. A lady who shows that love with wide open arms, and wide shiny smiles.

Auntie's stay cool, even when they sing weird songs (versions of the Ant's go Marching) or have silly dance moves. They run to my side to share my firsts, kiss my boo-boos, and make me feel like the most important little boy who ever lived.

I can't say it yet, but I love you

Love your adorable Monster nephew.