Wednesday, September 21, 2011

9 Cookies

Brooklyn turns one in a week and a half and I will not cry about it.
Brooklyn turns one in a week and a half and I will not cry about it.
Brooklyn turns one in a week and a half and I will not cry about it.
Brooklyn turns one in a week and a half and I will not cry about it.

Anymore, anyway.

I've been planning her birthday party for a few weeks now. Invitations have been sent, decorations are made and will be put up on Friday. Everyone we see while we're out asks how old she is, and I've been saying, "She'll be one in two weeks" for the past few days. But for some inexplicable reason, today I lost it.

I was changing her diaper and said, "Let's get ready- we need to buy all the food for your birthday party". And then I wept. And then I ate 9 cookies. Not the best way to deal with grief, sure, but better to get drunk on chocolate chip M&M Keebler Elf cookies than alcohol, I always say.

I've never actually said that before, but I'll say it from now on.

This stage of Brooklyn's life has been fun, and I know each moment of the rest of her life will be special too. But man... why does she have to get big?

Every day I learn more and more about being a mom. Today I think I learned what it means when you tell your child that they will always be your baby.

My baby is a big girl. So big in fact, she apparently just figured out how to take off her own pants. Uh-oh. Gotta go.

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