True Life: I’m An Eleven Month Old

We’ve got a double-header from Miss Eggroll this week. Tuesday were the 10 month old shots. Today is the 11 month old ones from January 16th. I can’t believe this is the last time we’ll be measuring time in monthly increments!

Sidenote – I really, really, really hope I don’t let myself fall prey to the “oh, she’s 14 months old” trap. Eggroll will be 1, 1 and a half and 2. Yes, you have my full permission to poke fingers and laugh at me when I’m not successful on this one.

We took these pictures the day of the Packer implosion, to which Eggroll has to say…

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Eggroll’s First Christmas

Hi guys, it’s Eggroll. Mama was taking too long to share pictures of my first Christmas, so I thought I’d just go ahead and do it for her. (My apologies in advance for this picture-heavy post. Mama went a little crazy with the camera!)

As I understand it, Christmas is a month-long activity, right? We had party after party, including one at home, one at my Aunt Renee’s house, and one down in Illinois with all of my cousins. They were all so much fun! There was laughter, tears, and surprises for all.

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Are You A Girl? Do You Have A Mom? Then Read This Book

Woof. I just finished a book. It was great. So great I’m covered in tears and snot from a full-on cry. This wasn’t a sad cry for the heroine or happy for the new couple that has found each other. No, this was 100% full-fledged selfish tears for me and my mom.

Glitter and Glue by Kelly CorriganIn Glitter and Glue: A Memoir, Kelly Corrigan puts to words EXACTLY what I’ve been thinking this last year. I spent 33 years thinking my mom was second-rate compared to my dad, but the second I got pregnant the tables turned. Now, as a mom, I find myself only thinking of her. Thinking of all of the horrid shit I laid in her path. Of how I would constantly skip off to find my favorite parent, leaving her with piles of laundry and another damn dinner to plan.

I’m sure I’m in the sweet spot for Ms. Corrigan’s book, but I think all grown-up daughters would get something out of Glitter and Glue. Here’s a paragraph from the book that sums it up nicely.

“But now I see there is no such thing as woman, one woman. There are dozens inside of every one of them. I probably should have figured this out sooner, but what child can see the woman inside her mom, what with all that Motherness blocking out everything else?”

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