We were trying to prep ourselves to be parents, completely freaked out and already feeling pretty much broke all the damn time. Little did we know. I had a job that I absolutely loved, but worried about constantly. Thank goodness there was all the pregnancy exhaustion because every time I got up to pee at night (four, five, eleventy times) I'd have to turn over in my head the fear that at any moment I could get laid off because of the rough economy and the industry that I worked in. I agonized over how I would support my new little family without that income... And then it all happened. The baby came and then I did get laid off. In addition, my beloved Great Auntie Joy died, Matt had to have back surgery and he lost his job, too. We were all kinds of crippled and still, this year has just been wonderful. I'm so grateful for what I have so many gifts in addition to having a beautiful, healthy boy and a rather attractive, mobile husband as well.
(And just as I'm getting too sentimental, my reverie is broken by a red faced baby hanging off the edge of the coffee table grunting for all he's worth. Then Matt says, "Hey, Joy... Joy, come over here. No, really... Why don't you take the baby and I'll go downstairs and check the laundry. I have to sniff some lady underpanties." After my refusal, he picked up the baby and stuck his putrid, stanky butt in my face before taking him to his room for a change. Now Matt's whistling the Family Guy theme and intermittently protesting and crying... I think he might have gotten poop on his hand. Vince is doing his little raspy voice thing saying, "Wuuuuhhhhhuuuuu......" Now Matt's singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot. I wonder how long this can go on? Okay, where was I?)
Oh, I was thankful. And, yeah, I still am - "No, Matt I don't want to watch Princess Protection Program."
We will be employed again - probably soon, Matt at least has some meetings next week. Until then I've got to watch this little guy learn how to make rasperries, eat and enjoy the food I make - I made BREAD (which, by the way, I've been making about every other day now. It's awesome! And cheap.) I'm stronger and even better than I thought I was. I'm as good a mom as I'd hoped I'd be. Matt's the most amazing father, just like I knew he'd be. Our marriage has changed and I think is even better and stronger for this insane year we've been through. I know that with every major decision we've had to make, we've looked each other in our ever crow-feet creased and tired eyes to find the support, love, humor and agreement that we need. He's the greatest gift this universe has ever given me. Him and this charming little poop factory whose now slapping the table with his tiny tongue hanging out as he's trying to get the hang of side stepping. He'll be walking before too long and he can barely stand to sit.
Matt just scooped him up in his arms and kissed him until he giggled. Then the baby grabbed his glasses off his face and got them full of pear greased fingerprints. Nice.
Thank you so much to all of my wonderful friends and family for helping us get through this year. You've all done so much. The advice, the apartment hunting, the food - always the food. Even just checking in here every once and a while. You guys are awesome. Have a sip of something tasty tomorrow evening and know that I'm toasting you.
Life is good. Happy New Year!
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