31 was such a great year. Maybe because it’s my favorite number in reverse. Perhaps it’s because we moved into our new home. Or maybe that little chunk of a baby that graced our world 😉 It’s certainly a year I won’t soon forget. But with a hint of hesitation, I must declare: Out with old and in with the new!
Turning 32 has been unlike any other birthday thus far. On my birthday eve, the hubs and I briefly escaped from our parenthood duties and enjoyed a fantastic dinner at Divvy. If you love small plates, or just straight up amazing food, go here. Some of our plates included beer cheese fondue, fried pickles, corn creme brûlée, and duck drummies. Oh, and don’t forget the sriracha martini. We will most definitely be back.
My actual birthday was incredibly uneventful, yet incredibly awesome. Aren’t some of the best days those where nothing really happens? Perhaps that’s just me. Anyway, the hubs worked the day away, so E and I basically hung out all day. The electrician had to come by in the morning, so we were housebound until early afternoon. While E took his late morning nap, I cleaned the wood floors and tackled some much needed organization of my closet. Nothing like getting rid of clutter to clear one’s head.
I debated on taking Emery down to The Children’s Museum or perhaps the mall, just to get out of the house. But then I realized that would require me to get myself ready, which I didn’t really care to do. So since it was a beautifully sunny day AND above freezing (woo woo!), we decided to go outside instead! Emery was gifted his very own sled for Christmas, which he had yet to use. Not to mention he really hasn’t been in the snow at all this winter! Shameful I know. So we capitalized on the warmish weather and hit the yard for some wintery fun.
Don’t let those eyes fool you. I guarantee he had fun out there. Minus the parts where Mama accidentally tipped him over. Oops 😉
We did manage to leave the house once, for my free birthday Starbucks! We returned shortly after our quick drive, and spent time playing & packing for our upcoming weekend in Michigan. He was just such a doll. Cheery, giggly, and lovey. I spent so much of the day just feeling so lucky to call myself his mama. And enjoying my first birthday with him in my life. What more do I need?
His good mood ran right through his [lack of an] afternoon nap, which led to an early bedtime, which allowed me to get some laundry and my own packing done. Then this.
Friday morning came really early, as someonE decided to wake up and stay up at 4a (typically he will eat and go back to sleep for a few hours). Our early morning caught me off guard and put me in a sour mood from the get-go. The only positive that came out of it was that it allowed us to get our stuff together so we were out of the house and on the road to Michigan by 9a.
Our drive north was uneventful (we missed the Indy snow by an hour or so!), making it to the mitten in just under 5 hours. Our new home is about 30 minutes south of our previous one, so that + unforeseen baby/ puppy stops now means a slightly longer trip. Shortly after our arrival, Uncle Bean stopped by with a birthday gift for me and lots of loving for his nephew.
We’ve got a heartbreaker on our hands, for sure.
Our next visitors were Rob, Cindy, Olivia & Robbie! Cindy is my honorary big sis/ former babysitter, and I used to babysit Olivia when she was a wee one. Needless to say they’re a staple in our lives so they were all eager to see our little guy and how much he’s grown since the summer. While they were there, we were joking around trying to get Emery to say his first words, prompting him with suggestions such as Deadhead and Pops. Then out of nowhere, we all stopped dead in our tracks when he sweetly uttered the word “Papa.” NO idea where it came from, but we were all so excited to witness that moment! Whether or not that comes out again has yet to be determined. But I’ll be on the lookout for sure! Thanks for visiting guys!!
Gigi and GPop arrived a bit later after they finished working (what’s that? 😉 ). We decided to stay in seeing how it was Valentine’s Day and restaurants would likely be crazy. So after our cranky, nap-deprived man hit the hay, we enjoyed 5* pizza, wine, and some Olympics in our cozies. Oh, and I was gifted the little gems pictured below by Mom and Dad,, love! Home is certainly were the heart is.
Saturday morning was a lazy one. Mom and Dad had to work again, so the three of us just hung out at the house. After the hubs left for the gym, E and I played until he went down for his morning nap. I immediately jumped into my workout clothes and went down to the treadmill for a quick run. I anticipated a short one knowing how “well” Emery likes to nap. But to my surprise, he slept nearly 2 hours in the crib, giving me enough time for 4 miles at 38 minutes AND a shower! What a nice little treat!
My friend Cora and her daughter Camille stopped by in the afternoon for a little impromptu play date. We watched and laughed as Camille “The Tornado” ransacked the house and everything in her path. I silently gave thanks for the fact that, with the exception of a little rolling, my son is still essentially immobile,, for now 😉
After calling around earlier in the day, we finally made reservations at Brio for my delayed birthday celebration/ Valentine’s Day. In attendance was myself, the hubs, Emery, Gigi, GPop and Auntie S. We kicked things off with some tasty adult beverages, while my son, sporting his uber adorable gingham and paisley shirt, made his way around the table.
After our delicious dinners were gone, little man started whining a bit. He and I walked around the inside of the mall for a few minutes in attempts to calm him down. When we returned to the table, he was still a bit irritable, so I resorted to handing him a hunk of sourdough bread. And let me tell you,, he gnawed on that thing for a solid 20 minutes. But after he finished and tossed the slobbery remains on the ground, he was a perfect angel. He even helped me enjoy my cake! Such a good lil buddy.
Before bed, GPop and E had a little fashion show with his new winter hat. Have I mentioned that they’re pals again? Thank goodness!
Sunday we awoke to another cozy morning, enjoying the last of our family visit over coffee and homemade waffles. The snow was falling ever so beautifully outside, though it prompted our departure a little sooner than planned.
So, as hard as it is for me to believe that I am already 32 years old, I’m ever so looking forward to what lies ahead this year. It kind of feels like this stage of my life is like I’m 2/3rds of my way through marathon training: I’m finally hitting my stride. Things aren’t necessarily easy, but they’re good. So good. And everyday I continue to learn something new that I will then take with me to use later on down the road. Though 32 is not even close to being 2/3rds of my way through life, running always provides me with good perspective. & metaphors 🙂
Hi, 32. Ready, set, go.