Saturday, June 30, 2012

Happy 9th birthday baby girl...

I can't believe it has been 9 years since you came into our lives.  I remember all of it like it was yesterday.  I remember how delighted and giddy I was when we learned you were a girl and how ghastly white your daddy's face became because he was so afraid of having a little girl.  Daddy of course had nothing to be worried about because he loved you to the moon and back from the moment he first layed eyes on you.

 Even with all your tummy troubles that you had, you were such a happy baby!  We should have known when you started walking at 10 months that you were a force to be wreckoned with!

 And once you were mobile there was no stopping you!  You were and still are a go-getter!  You are very self sufficient and prefer to do things your own way!  

 Mischef was and still is your middle name!  Even though you're nine, mama still knows if she hasn't heard or seen from you in a few minutes, she better go and see what you've gotten yourself into!

You appreciate the little things in life just as much as the big.  It doesn't take much to make you smile.  That is one of the many things that I love about you and make you so unique and so special!

You are a true Daddy's girl and you have him right where you want him, wrapped around your little finger.  He wouldn't have it any other way!

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!!  Mommy and Daddy love you to the moon and back!

Friday, June 29, 2012

Back to back birthdays...

My due date for the athlete was July 7th 2000.  He decided to grace us with his presence on Saturday morning July 1st at 10:06 am,  a few short hours after my water broke in bed around 5:30am.  No time for an IV, no time for an epidural, lots of intense contractions, and a race to get a doctor into the room before the baby was delivered by only a nurse and my husband.  Before I had a chance to comprehend what was happening, the athlete was in my arms and the doctor and nurses around me kept laughing and saying how close of a call that was and what a scramble!

A little over two years later I was pregnant with the princess.  She was due on July 13th, 2003.  (If you ask my husband, she would never have been born on this date anyway because of his crazy and irrational fear of the number 13.  He actually used to beg my OB at visits to change the due date in my chart because he was so afraid of that number.  It never worked and the 13th it remained.)

To my husband's great happiness we never even got close to July 13th.  On the last day of June I woke with a fever and the stomach bug.  While throwing up for the umpteenth time, I thought to myself, "I'm going to go into labor today, it's just my luck."

Sure enough by late afternoon, I began having contractions.   I had been given very specific instructions about what to do if I even thought I might be in labor:  "Don't mess around, get yourself to the hospital immediately."

Princess, safe and sound in my belly at least for a little while longer,  and I drove to the hospital, checked in and she was born at 9:20pm on June 30th 2003.  If she had been born a mere 2 hours and 40 minutes later, she and the athlete would share the exact same birthday.

For the past 11 years we have celebrated back to back birthdays.  It is a challenge and a very busy, very expensive week around here. But on the flip side, we get it over and done with in one week.  We have one family party and now that they are older they each get a party or special outing with friends.

While it would have been kind of cool to say that both my children were born on July 1st.  I am really happy that they don't have the same birthday.  Even if it's only one day apart, they both have their very own, very special day to celebrate that they don't have to share as siblings.