Even the days aren't going slowly by right now.
Once again, the years are seeming very, very short. Here are just a few of the ways I'm noticing my own aging and that of those around me:
1. My husband is turning 29. You know what that means? It means I'm going to be 29 soon too. And it means we are both almost 30. That's OLD.
2. I thought I was above vanity, but it turns out I'm not. I'm so, so not. A couple months ago, when it became clear that I was going to have to stop plucking out my grey hairs every time I saw them, because I was no longer finding new ones every month but every DAY, I realized that I just couldn't handle grey hair yet. And I turned to Clairol Nice N' Easy. So much for being okay with myself just the way I am.
3. We registered Beth for kindergarten next week. KINDERGARTEN. At an actual elementary school, in a class that meets every day. EVERY DAY she will go away to a place where I won't see her for several hours, and be taught by a person I don't know, (a woman whom I suspect is younger than I am) and be influenced by all those mysterious other kids. We really feel like this is the best choice for her and our family (and paranoia is NOT a good reason to homeschool!) but still. I'm going to be very sad on the first day, I can tell already.
4. Evie turns 1 year old in just a couple of weeks! She's pulling herself up and scooting along the edges of all the furniture. She shouts "Mama!" constantly (for her, the word "mama" doesn't really seem to mean "person who gave birth to me;" but rather "Someone needs to attend to my needs! I don't care who it is. I want something, and I need someone to figure out what that is. Now." She also eats everything in sight, smiles with a huge mouthful of teeth, and follows her sisters around everywhere she can, crawling along behind them like a faithful little puppy.
5. My little student in the ways of the potty is making progress--good progress. But she's not quite Potty-Trained yet. She can hold it for quite awhile if she needs too--no accidents when we're at the store or in the car. She is generally very willing to sit on the potty. She's even managed No. 2 on numerous occasions. But at other times, and for reasons I cannot determine, she just goes in her pants. We give her positive consequences when she goes in the potty, negative ones when she goes in her pants...but we still haven't figured out the magical cocktail of desire and maturity and motivation that will make her fully Potty-Trained. Yet.
1. My husband is turning 29. You know what that means? It means I'm going to be 29 soon too. And it means we are both almost 30. That's OLD.
2. I thought I was above vanity, but it turns out I'm not. I'm so, so not. A couple months ago, when it became clear that I was going to have to stop plucking out my grey hairs every time I saw them, because I was no longer finding new ones every month but every DAY, I realized that I just couldn't handle grey hair yet. And I turned to Clairol Nice N' Easy. So much for being okay with myself just the way I am.
3. We registered Beth for kindergarten next week. KINDERGARTEN. At an actual elementary school, in a class that meets every day. EVERY DAY she will go away to a place where I won't see her for several hours, and be taught by a person I don't know, (a woman whom I suspect is younger than I am) and be influenced by all those mysterious other kids. We really feel like this is the best choice for her and our family (and paranoia is NOT a good reason to homeschool!) but still. I'm going to be very sad on the first day, I can tell already.
4. Evie turns 1 year old in just a couple of weeks! She's pulling herself up and scooting along the edges of all the furniture. She shouts "Mama!" constantly (for her, the word "mama" doesn't really seem to mean "person who gave birth to me;" but rather "Someone needs to attend to my needs! I don't care who it is. I want something, and I need someone to figure out what that is. Now." She also eats everything in sight, smiles with a huge mouthful of teeth, and follows her sisters around everywhere she can, crawling along behind them like a faithful little puppy.
5. My little student in the ways of the potty is making progress--good progress. But she's not quite Potty-Trained yet. She can hold it for quite awhile if she needs too--no accidents when we're at the store or in the car. She is generally very willing to sit on the potty. She's even managed No. 2 on numerous occasions. But at other times, and for reasons I cannot determine, she just goes in her pants. We give her positive consequences when she goes in the potty, negative ones when she goes in her pants...but we still haven't figured out the magical cocktail of desire and maturity and motivation that will make her fully Potty-Trained. Yet.
8 comments:
Yup and your little sister has also started down that slippery slope onto 30...we are both in the "mid to late twenties catagory".
When did all this happen?!?
OK, for the record, I *really* didn't need to hear that 30 is old from someone who was still in grade school the year I got my degree! That said, beautiful post, and oh, how I do understand those flying days ...
That being okay with myself, just the way I am, is really hard, isn't it? I haven't started the coloring yet but I can see that dusty look already. Won't be long!
I keep telling you that you're lving my life, and I don't think you believe it. We're (hubby and I) 28 (him) and nearly 28. He called me "almost 30" recently and I wanted to slug him. Wasn't I just 22? Wasn't I just 14?Maddie also had kindergarten orientation/registration this week. I almost cried watching the movie about their day. MY BABY! She also cut her own hair on saturday. Wait for that one, it's a doozy. Ben does the same thing with Potty training. If I put him on the froggy potty, he goes. If I don't, he just goes in his underwear. Don't get me started on #2. ~sigh~ It's gonna be a long, naked summer.
Jereme and I went to an "Future Soliders" event, it is an army training thing to help prepare for boot camp. Anyhow, I am only 23, but I felt old there. All these kids look 12, and they still talk like high schoolers. That is the first time in my life I have felt old!
Just remember tho, you are only as old as you let yourself feel, I have a 79 year old curves lady that people guess to be in her 50's because she is just that active and energetic.
I wish turning 30 was my biggest worry.
Instead come to my world where grandpadom is staring me in the face.
Try having most kids getting ready to check out of home, leaving us to wonder if we taught them everything.
Two more graduations ...
A body that's rebelling more than you know ...
OK, so I know 30 really isn't that old. (Jen, I don't think of you as old at all!) And I don't fear aging--as my mom always said, the alternative to not getting older is not living anymore...so I think I'll pick getting older. It's just that life seems to go by very quickly and I often turn around and wonder just how I got here so fast. I'm not really worried about being old; just a little bewildered about not being young, either.
Jen, I totally laughed at Evie's use of the word "mama". I had to TEACH Bella the word mama this week (she's 16 months old..shouldn't she already know this??) as a replacement for her scream/screech that meant "help, i need something right now!" It's nice to hear her say mama, but I would like it more if she would call ME that and add a few more words to her vocabulary. :)(she can say "dai" for hi and bye and "no no". that's about it. ) Too bad we don't live closer. I think she and Evie would have fun together. :)
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